Extra-fresh new note: As evidenced by the latest string of posts here at Bonnywood, I’m definitely in a Memory Lane Mood, tinkering about with older stories. Today’s feature on the remodeled buffet line was last fiddled with roughly four years ago, during the Fourth of July weekend, thus […]
Note: This is an older post, so, once again, please excuse the dated references… William: “It says here in the paper that we’ve reached a significant milestone. I suppose we should celebrate. And by celebrate, I mean drink alcohol and pretend to be happier than we really are.” […]
The crime scene investigator was extremely puzzled as he reviewed this image captured by a security camera. At first glance, it did appear that the woman dancing on the desk was probably responsible for the corpse currently in the county morgue, and the primitive but heavy cast on […]
Note: This is one installment of a blog series I ran several years ago, wherein our petite and pre-teen heroine is chronicling the many ways in which lip gloss has saved her life. This is her second journal entry… 2. Lip Gloss brought me closer to Jesus. […]
1. Getting the lawn mower out of the shed Once upon a time, we thought it would be really cute to convert the garage into another den, because we had too much furniture in the rest of the house. (I have an inability to consider where I’m […]
Digging in the archives, once again… Okay, this one is a bit loopy, even for me, but I swear it’s not the result of my over-imbibing this evening, despite a recent run of posts that chronicled an endless cautionary tale about my fondness for libations. I will admit […]
Note: Years ago, when my “Crusty Pie” blog was in its formative months, I was hyper-invested in the goings on, often putting out three posts a day. (Granted, many of them were simple one or two-liners, but still.) At that inane rate of productivity, there were bound to […]
Claudia was very impressed with her image in the antique mirror, as were the 13 Cuban refugees hidden under her dress and waiting for the signal that they had reached the American shore. Cleopatra the Cat, wandering up as I type. “That’s an extremely insensitive thing to write […]
In one respect, this photo of Hungarian children in the early 1900s reenacting The Nativity is moving and symbolic. Sadly, you can also see that four sheep in the flock have possibly lost their way and joined a street gang in South Central L.A. And at least one […]
Alfred was appalled at Tallulah’s suggestion that he didn’t know how to properly direct this scene. Tallulah was appalled that only one rose had been delivered to her dressing room. The script supervisor was appalled that Tallulah thought her outfit was fetching in any way; with markings […]
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