Canned Laughter

Wordgirl has just asked a most pertinent question . When you were a wee poppet, what were the best and worst candies to find in your sack? Best for me? WAX LIPS! Worst for me? Jumbo Circus Peanuts! E-yuck! Nasty! Nasty! Now please head over to Wordgirl’s Blog and leave her your votes for [...]

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NaBloPoMo or National Blog Posting Month (you know, “A post a day every day in the month of November. That’s all you have to do.”) begins tomorrow and I am scared. Do I fear running out of things to say? Are you kidding me? I always have something to say. That’s the problem. No! [...]

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Y’all remember me telling you about my traumatic experience at the DMV? Well, today my new Driver’s License arrived, and it looks exactly like a mug shot. I’m not exaggerating. See for yourself:

Needless to say, I’m very disapointed.

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A very nice Sunday. After church, we took the children to the British Emporium’s annual Halloween event. They sponsored it with the local British car fanciers’ club. Here are photos from last year’s event. We had a wonderful time ogling the vintage Trimphs, MGs and Coopers. The children enjoyed imported candies and the Haunted [...]

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Daphne doesn’t have e-mail, she has p-mail. Although I’m sure she has more than one account, I believe her primary inbox is the basketball goal post at the end of our drive. Every morning when we head out to take the children to school, Daphne first pauses to check her latest news and send [...]

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That saucy little cocktail known as Dr. Brazen Hussy has tagged me for a meme! I command everyone in Bloggyville to immediately go give her some bloggy love. We must distract her before she either puts her diabolical plans for world domination through advanced science to the test or wanders off to read Peyton [...]

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If Protective Services comes to my house this Saturday, I will have some ’splainin’ to do. My kitchen counter will be lined with empty wine bottles. I’m telling you the place is going to look like Courtney Love’s living room a week after rehab. You see, like Mrs. Robinson I hide wine bottles [...]

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Please remember to keep our friends in California who are in harm’s way in your prayers.

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When I was four, my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I said I want to be a fireman. Instead of pointing out that that would make me a fire lady (we didn’t use the term firefighters in 1967), my parents spoiled me with a top of the [...]

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The first Halloween I can remember I was about four years old. My mother took me to the dime store to get a pretty little costume. How about Raggedy Ann? Nope. A Nurse? Nope. A Bunny? Nope. A Majorette? What’s a Majorette? Oh. No. What about Batgirl? No! I want that one! Are you [...]

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