Husband sometimes gently suggests that Mirth is not as mirthful as it might be. When this happens, I go through my library of Pointed Looks and select an especially suitable one to spear him with. I suggest that marriage has not proved as mirthful as it might be, either....
What kind of petition-pusher trudges through a thick snowstorm on a dreary night in February, fighting the icy wind to knock on door after door in the freezing dark? Even the ever-loyal mailman won’t go to that extreme. In the current political maelstrom, I can’t say I blame him....
I admit to trying them once or twice, when I was young and didn’t know any better. Youth is a time for experimentation, after all, when one wants to seem cool and groovy and in the know. Sloe gin, menthol Marlboros, No Doze, pork rinds – you try it...
The boys out back are throwing axes again. Not my boys, mind you. They never do anything dangerous, at least within my sight. Long ago, I instilled enough fear and paranoia in them to keep them safe for a lifetime. They can thank me later. There’s a college rental...
I am sure your garage doesn’t look like mine. You probably actually park your car in it. It’s probably big enough for two or three cars, not just one. You probably don’t use your garage as a pantry and, in the winter, an extra refrigerator. Your home no doubt...