Thursday 13, for old time’s sake
BFF: “You haven’t blogged in ages.” Me: “I know.” Inside me: “WHO ARE YOU, YOU IMPOSTER WHO CALLS HERSELF A WRITER?!” Yeah, …
BFF: “You haven’t blogged in ages.” Me: “I know.” Inside me: “WHO ARE YOU, YOU IMPOSTER WHO CALLS HERSELF A WRITER?!” Yeah, …
“How many innings are in baseball?” “Why does baseball take so long?” “A RAIN DELAY?” “Will this thing ever end?” Mr. T: …
Well, we’ve arrived at my favorite day of the year, second to Christmas. The day where I can excuse cake for breakfast, …
It’s obvious when a class’s honeymoon period is over. It happens after the first essay is graded and it feels like deflated …
Although it’s very nearly pumpkin time, the sudden spike of Sacramento heat has me thinking about the lovely last bits of summer. …
I almost bragged too soon. Getting the Christmas decorations put away the second week of January? Unheard of in this household. And …
The holy grail of gardening. As the summer gardening season fades away, I’ve got a bone to pick with myself for the …
Played grease monkey with my father-in-law last month as he taught me how to conduct the annual inspection of the Cessna 182. …
Let the world rejoice, it’s almost Daylight Saving time! Okay, let those of us who work between California and Arizona rejoice, at …
Cheeks puffed out, lips pursed, I grumped at Mr. T. (Yes, “grumped” is a verb in our house.) “One too many biscuits,” …