I thought I had the best dad in the world. In fact, I know I do.
I must say, this is my most favorite time of year. I love not turning on the heat or air. Though, I do have to wonder, has all the pollen fallen?
So, the other morning I wake up and say to my husband, “I can’t decide on a topic for my column.”
So here it is, 3-13-13. That’s a lot of threes. Three threes, to be exact, “Three frolicking, flowing threes.” Try saying that three times fast.
Guess what? Not only is tomorrow Valentine’s Day, it’s also National Cream-Filled Chocolates Day.
Nine days into 2013 and I’m already feeling like a character in a Stephen King novel. You know, the kind where mere strangers are connected in some unnerving way and they don’t even know it.
So here it is, 12-12-12. I discovered a new word that I want to share. It totally sums up the month of December. Be warned, it’s big. I’m talking 10 letters. I’ll get to it quick, just in case something’s about to happen.
When Jiminy Cricket said, “Let your conscience be your guide,” he didn’t know my conscience.
How many times does someone actually ask you, “What’s on your mind?” and then hang around for an answer?
There used to be three supermarkets within three miles. Now we’re down to just one.
My husband and I were out for a drive one day and came upon a new fruit stand.
For my entire life, I thought the phrase “Dog Days of Summer” originated because summer was too hot to do anything except lounge around like a lazy dog. I was wrong.