A moment of silence, if you will, for Great-Grandma’s 7 iron, which outlived her for a decade, but succumbed tonight during a vigorous round of clodhopper apple golf. Our loss was tempered by the delighted laughter of an 8-year-old member of the matrilineal line, who just loves it when we play this game with a…View post
Mounted high horse, charged off to customer service, returned wearing my own saddle. TWICE. Pie? Yes please: 1 slice humble, 1 slice crow.
NOTE: Logging is deadly dangerous and has even taken a life in our extended family. The note below is intended to have fun at the expense of one specific writer, not make light of real danger. When writers pretend to be loggers… Saw it coming, stood there anyway. My one good decision? Safety glasses. Got…View post
…wait ’til we get to the part about artificial bovine insemination!
The first factual “oops!” (that I’m aware of) in the fictional Jesus Cow: an attentive Catholic reader points out that on p. 40 I refer to the Twelve Stations of the Cross, when in fact there are Fourteen. No idea how I muffed that one (might I have overlooked a pink Post-It appended by my dear devout…View post