That hopeful little moment where you think you might spell “soliloquy” correctly the first time.
…is to knock on my office door pretending she’s a Bosley hair restoration specialist making house calls. That’s what I get for letting her watch “Bewitched” reruns on Antenna TV.
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