Parking my yellow convertible on the seventh square, I read the words aloud, “’Inherit shrunken head collection. Pay $10,000 for museum to accept it.’ Aw, man!” “Pay up, and quit yer whining!” my brother snickered with sick satisfaction. No matter what game we played, my older brother always appointed himself the banker, setting an immediate…
modern culture
The Art of BS
So how’s your morning commute to work going?” I once asked my brother-in-law just to make conversation. He crossed his legs, lifted a finger in the air and began, “Well, of course, traffic is merely a study in fluid dynamics.” Three minutes later, he ended his long-winded response, and I was left utterly amazed by…
Here we go again
Last year, my readers were instrumental in voting my blog the #1 Top Military Family Blog of 2011on Circle of Moms website (see, “We’re Number One” May 2011.) They faithfully voted day after day, week after week, until my blog was on the top of the list and I won the whole freaking thing. I…
Sentimental Sofa
When I met my husband almost 20 years ago, he had a couch. It was his “bachelor couch,” and even though it may have looked cool back in 1990 when he bought it to furnish his bachelor pad, the upholstery pattern on that piece of furniture can only be described as a cross between a…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets