There’s nothing so humbling as a flat tire. So I was driving my mother to the hospital (Don’t worry, not an emergency, just some elective surgery, but with cancellation fees and wait times being what they are, it’s a good…
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] “So, I’m talking to myself…wait, how does it go? So I’m talking to myself and I say ‘Hey, me!’” “EEE-yeeesss!” “You don’t have to say it like that.” “Like what?”…
We Now Resume Our Regularly Scheduled Program (or I’m Not Dead Yet) So, I wasn’t hit by a bus nor was I abducted by space monkeys. (Although how cool would that be? Monkeys, I mean. Not getting hit by a…
Sometimes, when I’m waiting in line and the cashier is really nice to me, I wonder “Is she making fun of me? Do I have something on my face. Is my hair standing up straight like I just stuck my…
These Are the Best Years of Your Life (or Other Lies You Tell Yourself) http://endlessstream.blogspot.ca/2011/10/road-not-taken.html So I ask myself, when does it get better? Everyone always says that these are the best years or those are the golden years, but…
Modern Etiquette for the Socially Challenged Part Two: Emissions Standards (or What’s Behind Door Number Two? Eww. Sorry.) There’s a time and a place for everything. The time is not after you have scarfed down that third bean burrito, and…
After she died, I found some books in my great aunt’s attic. Among them were her diaries. March 12th, 1968 Dear Diary, It’s another lovely spring day, although it might rain later. It looks like they’re going to open a…