“You really need to make time for some MIRTH,” says Husband, helpfully. “Oh?” I say, in full attack mode. “And just what is that supposed to mean? You find me uptight and humorless and dour, lately? You think I’m dying by grumpy degrees for want of a creative outlet? ...
Whimsy
I Don’t Blame Bigfoot, & Other Anniversary Reflections
My 29th wedding anniversary approaches apace, and I must take some space to thank Husband for nearly three decades of devotion. I must also thank the gods of chaos and fate for arranging my marriage. I certainly had very little to do with it – I was young and...
Sex & Sin & (even worse) Empty Ice Cube Trays
For the second time in as many hot summer days I have gone to get ice from the refrigerator and found four empty ice cube trays stacked atop an empty ice bin. Now, there are always degrees of sin — at least in my shades-of-gray world. It’s bad enough...
They’re God’s Creatures, Too
Girlfriend of Son #1 says perkily the other day, “Gee! My fish is still alive! It’s been a whole year, and he isn’t dead yet!” I am good. I clamp my tongue firmly between my back teeth and smile through the ones in front. This benighted fish has been...
Beans, Bigfoot, and Big Brother
Seven percent of American voters believe the moon landing was faked, six percent say Osama bin Laden is still alive, and thirteen percent think President Barack Obama is the Antichrist. Fourteen percent of Americans believe in Bigfoot. Is this good or bad news for Obama? Walk softly and carry...