Stories of this life gone astray
Because when Life gives me lemons, I don’t make lemonade, dammit, I make Arnold Palmers!
Come on. You know this!
There is no other word for meatballs but meatballs. I tried, but it started sounding dirty, even to me.
All of these people were breathing — without masks on.
“Oh, come on, now, don’t be like that. A penny for your thoughts.”
So what should I do with all of the hair not on my head?
Mountain cedar pollen is back in our neck of the woods.
David told me this morning that I’ve cost us something like $80 a month.
Whatever may come, I’m going to start in a grateful state of mind and stay there as long as I can. I hope you join me.