Things that make me smile
After I went on a lengthy rant recently, the friend I inflicted it upon pointed out, “Cluelessness can be cured.” My new mantra.
After I went on a lengthy rant recently, the friend I inflicted it upon pointed out, “Cluelessness can be cured.” My new mantra.
I’m not exactly a teenager anymore, but I still manage to act like one now and then. On Friday a real hottie walked into the coffeeshop, so what was the first thing I did to catch his eye? Dumped my mocha all over the front of my t-shirt. Ah, yes, I’m always the soul of…
The other day my daughter and I were in the car headed down the two-lane county road that leads from the big town to our small town when I noticed a new caution sign. So I slowed down. Half a mile or so later, I discovered that an intersection was being repaired, and a somewhat…
The other day, I went to tuck my daughter in bed (she’s still young enough that she needs to be tucked) and discovered that she had taken a copy of my romance in with her and was trying her very best to read it. Since it’s a short, sweet contemporary, I wasn’t worried that the content was…
If you’ve known me for any length of time, you know I don’t own a television. This is not because I make any judgment about TV entertainment but rather that I like to get things done. And I know that if I have a television, I will watch it and not get things done. Some…
A friend mentioned to my daughter that she was turning fifty later this year. My daughter paused, then said, “Why?” Which I think is an excellent question. Instead of my chronological age, think I’ll turn 39 this year, or even 29. Because apparently, getting older is a choice.
The other day, when we were having one of those “Why is the sky blue?” discussions, I admitted to my daughter that I didn’t know the answer to a lot of her questions, that I would probably never know the answer to those questions, and she shouldn’t try to stump me before I’ve had my…