Recent Comments

1. 5 days ago on The Argyle Sweater

   It was the opposite for me. I wanted a JP at the courthouse and he wanted all the bells and whistles. But he didn’t want to be the one to plan it…

2. 3 months ago on Pickles

   When I was 7 or 8 my mom put me in a summer art class, and at the end of it we had an “art show” in the library. I submitted a watercolor painting of my dog. Imagine how proud I felt when my instructor called to say someone had offered $10 for it. Of course I said yes, because it meant I was a REAL artist. Fast forward 12 or 13 years, and I got a summer job shelving books in that same library. Toward the end of the summer I was walking by an open office door where one of the high-up library people worked. I had never been introduced, and I don’t think I ever knew his name because he was always closed up in his office working…but this time the door was opened and as I glanced in, I SAW MY PAINTING, framed and hanging on the wall! I was too shy to say anything, but I felt incredibly proud that this random stranger had actually liked my painting enough to have it hanging in his office all that time.

3. 4 months ago on Pickles

   To be fair, it’s been years for me too, so it’s entirely possible he did use both and I have forgotten. What I know for sure is, never say “jump suit”!

4. 4 months ago on Pickles

   “Speed suit,” not science suit!

5. 4 months ago on Wizard of Id

   My dog (Labrador) isn’t fussy about what she puts in her mouth. It doesn’t even have to be organic, she’ll give it a try. Compared to the other things she’s tried to eat, pills are an easy sell.

6. 5 months ago on Strange Brew

   Every time my puppy “went” I would say, “go potty, go potty” until the deed was done. Now that she’s a big dog, I can tell her to go potty and she will usually do so (a great trick for road trips or when I’m getting ready to leave her home alone for a few hours). Even if she doesn’t have to go, she will roll her eyes and pretend to squat just to get me to shut up.

7. 12 months ago on Luann

   I am not surprised Tara didn’t tell her. In highschool, my best friend talked a very reluctant me into taking pre-calculus with her, then turned around and dropped the class without telling me. I saw her every day in several classes as well as at lunch but she never bothered to mention it. My only clue was when she didn’t show up to class one day. If course, by then it was too late for me to drop as well, so there I was, high and dry, alone in a class I never wanted to take to begin with. Peer pressure sucks!

8. over 1 year ago on Pearls Before Swine

   Camping is just a matter of deciding how much, and what type of discomfort you are willing to tolerate before you stop having fun. I’m pretty sure my definition of “discomfort” is a bit skewed from working a wilderness fire lookout tower for twenty summers, where I cleared trail, cut and hauled firewood by hand, and carried water up the mountain from a spring two miles away. I must be wired wrong, because I loved every minute of it. Now that I’m “grown up” and have a real job, camping and backpacking is the only way to get back to the pure contentment I felt then. Yes, a lot of it is “type 2” fun, but like I said, I might be wired wrong. What’s a girl gonna do?