Artist, lover of flora and fauna, happily married for three decades, mother of two grown sons, librarian.
My husband and I used to use the phrase “go watch the news.”
At least ONE GOOD THING will happen on January 20th . . .
That’s an interesting fashion statement from Burl there. Is he wearing a dickey over a t-shirt?
IKEA would make you stir the dough with an Allen wrench.
Workplaces are like kindergarten classes. We’d probably all get along better if we could have naptime.
Aw – he’s a chip off the old crook.
Santa’s lesser none reindeer – Blingle
My dad bag-boyed his way through college, and after that would never let anyone else bag his groceries. He was a master-packer, that’s for sure. We never had a broken egg or a crushed bag of chips.
I think I built up a tolerance to caffeine as a kid. Pepsi was my chugging drink of choice back then.
Twenty minutes? Pfft! What an amateur! I’m on my third cup by then.
My husband and I used to use the phrase “go watch the news.”