Ever since my niece and nephew were born, my sister and brother-in-law have had a House Rule in place about using “spicy” language around their young and impressionable ears. My brother-in-law had a coin bank, and whenever someone would light a sh-parkler or drop an f-bomb, the offending party would have to cough up one dollar to the kitty per offense.Continue reading Mea Culpa
Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting at the back of my local CVS pharmacy waiting an hour for a prescription to be called in and filled. I passed the time slouched in my chair, alternating between half-napping and people watching.
I was emptying out my purse and transferring some things to my backpack so it would be ready to grab and go on my way to the bus stop tomorrow morning.Continue reading Don’t Lose Your Parking Ticket!: UPDATE
Sometimes, when I get really stressed out, I like to turn off all the lights, light some incense, turn on my beloved, original late-60s-to-early-70s vintage lava lamp, let the wax warm up and then settle back into a chair or lie down on the couch and watch the globules lazily float around inside the rocket-shaped glass ampule.Continue reading Lava Lamp Love
I drove to Bush Intercontinental Airport last night to pick up a friend. I decided to park at the terminal and go inside instead of driving through the outside pick-up area because I needed to use the facilities.Continue reading Don’t Lose Your Parking Ticket!