The saddest commentary I have ever witnessed occurred Tuesday evening while I watched a segment on a national newscast reporting that the sales of bulletproof backpacks for children have spiked. I didn’t even know there were bulletproof backpacks. However, need being the mother of invention.
I'm Just Saying
Generally, if the thought “How hard can this be?” crosses my mind, trouble soon follows.
Ever heard of the Italian fashion house, Balenciaga?
Neither had I. In fact, if it doesn’t come from Carhartt, I’m unaware of any recent fashion trends. Long gone are the days when I was actually given clothes by a L.A. designer to wear during television appearances.
You can lead a horse to hay…or carrots…or oats, but you can’t make them eat.
We recently had an ‘incident’ in our little town which, to the best of my knowledge, no one was seriously injured.
If there’s one thing that gives any woman of “a certain age” a little boost, it’s being asked to show identification when buying beer at a mini-mart. Especially if you conveniently allow yourself to forget that it’s mandatory for any customer, and, no, frankly, you don’t appear to be under 21.
Remember,” I said to Paul, upon seeing yet another truck trundle down the driveway, obliging us to put on pants. “When Fed-Ex trucks used to mean something?”
While most folks who observe Lent tend to give up certain things, there are those who ‘take up,’ instead—volunteer work, for example.
If Paul and I ever bust up after all these years, it won’t be because of another woman, or man (but possibly, horse), it will be because of…
Day-um, Will Smith! Way to go, turning the Oscars into an in-flight brawl on Southwest.