I happened to be in the right place at the right time, last week, to help judge a children’s Halloween costume contest that included over fifty entries.
I'm Just Saying
Sometimes the stars align and one is handed the job of ones dreams.
“Another acting role?” you might ask, “Another comedy performance at The White House?”
How do I say this without sounding macabre?
I think I’ll just plunge in.
If it kills me, and it just might, I’m going to find a way to rid these shores of Halyomorpha Halys, otherwise known as ‘those stink bugs.’
And while I’m on this soap box, let me shake my bony finger and also declare, “See what happens when you buy all this cheap crap from China?”
The irony was not lost on Paul this past week as, on the day normally spent marking the occasion his mother, Christine, brought him into the world, he was signing the papers from hospice to assist her in leaving it.
When you and your significant other have birthdays that fall within one week of each other, they sort of cancel each other out. Like voting Republican and your partner voting Democrat. Or sucking down a Venti Frappuccino while on the treadmill.
When it’s time to renew your license, if you’re anything like me, you make an effort to look somewhat presentable: freshly coiffed hair, careful makeup, favorite top with a flattering neckline...all neatly in place, and with the self assuredness of looking reasonably attractive, you stand against the wall, the DMV worker steps behind the camera
As I celebrate yet another trip around the sun in the next week, it is my hope that, if nothing else, I’ve picked up various scraps of wisdom that is supposedly the trade-off for crows feet and that one, odd hair that...
So there you are, sitting around in your underwear, watching the tube and discussing why anyone would be nuts enough to appear on ‘Naked and Afraid,’ when they receive no monetary compensation whatsoever (I know, right?), and the phone rings with an offer to reappear on a sitcom you did twenty years ago.
As my friend, Robbie, pointed out during my 10 day jaunt to Los Angeles, this was one of the very few times in life I could appropriately use the phrase, “Meanwhile, back at the ranch...” without being decried as a complete literary hack.