I noticed something in my shower this morning that kind of surprised me – a bar of soap. Whoa, don’t get ahead of me here, I bathe regularly, and I use soap. But I seriously cannot remember the last time I used a bar of soap. It was probably in a hotel somewhere.
His smile always started out with his eyes big and wide; then his mouth would make this big round “O” and he would begin to chuckle. His eyes would then get real squinty and his mouth broke into a big, toothy grin. That’s when you knew you had just been the victim of his latest gag, or he had told you the latest old joke again for the first time. […]
Maybe our neighborhood association did a marketing campaign or maybe it was just past performance, but we did a bang up job giving away treats this past Halloween. I was fortunate enough to be home for the occassion and offered my years of experience of giving stuff away. But at one point it appeared we would need reinforcements as our long sidewalk to the driveway was packed with cloaked beggars […]
I know a lot of people who would tell me that reflecting on five and a half decades is too early. But I knew even more that would tell me not to wait. The old saying that had I known I would have lived this long I would have taken better care of myself doesn’t hold here. I’m not in bad shape. Granted, I’m not in a shape that one […]
So it’s a running family joke, but to me it’s not funny at all. Present me with 60 snowcone flavors, and I will unilaterally choose grape. I have nothing against bubble gum, tiger’s blood, cotton candy or some of the more mundane like cherry or orange. Grape is just my flavor. I like it. It makes me happy. Is that so wrong?