Marlon, inner voice: “Why do I insist on bringing my wife to these staff meetings?” Elizabeth, outer voice: “Where the hell is my vodka gimlet? I ordered one an hour ago.” Marlon, outer voice: “Honey, let’s hold off a bit. I don’t know who you ordered from, but […]
Yesterday, I ate enough food to feed a family of twelve. It all started out rather innocently, as I often state, usually with some degree of tongue in cheek, around mid-morning. Partner and I had arisen and were mutually staring into the jungle of contents within our wide-open […]
Note: The engaging Claudette and I were having a delightful comment conversation, one that led to my mention of “the cactus story”. Had I shared such? She didn’t seem to recognize it, which means I probably hadn’t posted it since she’s been with us here at Bonnywood Manor […]
The lovely Saturday evening had been going splendidly until Claudette laughed just a bit too hard and the cauliflower casserole from dinner backfired unexpectedly. Her bloomers billowed, the conversation ceased, the cab driver discreetly rolled down a window before they all perished, and the possibility of a second […]
It’s always refreshing when I read a new post from a blogger with a twisted mind (and I say that in a loving and supportive way, as my mind is exceedingly warped), and Marietta never fails to deliver. She has had me giggling for years, and a spotlight […]
Since last week’s effort turned out to be quite a hoot (well, at least for me), with some very creative and entertaining submissions, I thought we’d take another run at it this week. Your mission, should you accept: Write a micro-story in the comments capturing what you think […]
Click here to read this tragic tale from the beginning. A few days after my Norma Rae incident on the front stoop, there is a jackhammer attacking my innocent driveway. (“Why do you want to hurt me when I’ve done nothing to you?” asks said driveway. “Because […]
Click here to read this tragic tale from the beginning. The dinner party was a success, despite the constant threat of our poo spilling into the neighborhood. The above sentence frightens me on a number of psychological levels. One, it’s a true statement. That alone indicates an […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. So, Terry is back on the horn with the Mob Boss contractor guy. Mob Man is amazed that the singing plumbers would leave without fixing the problem. (Why would we make this up? Did he think we found […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Once we sedated the cat, Terry got on the horn with this plumber guy that we have worked with in the past. It had only been small jobs, like replacing the washers in the shower head or fixing […]
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