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Since I began this blog, my goal was to post something every day, Monday – Friday. Except for one (very busy and grandchild-filled) Wednesday, I’ve accomplished that goal. I have found that I have quite a few “Accidentally Human” stories (they seem to never end, so I’ve decided to go ahead and order the bubble-wrap suit, helmet and bedazzled “Fall Risk” jewelry), and I have … Continue reading Bloglettes
Day 10 of no sugar/carbs (I fell off the wagon a while back) and you know what I *really* want for dinner? A King-Size Snickers wrapped in a tortilla between two slices of bread, battered and deep-fried, dusted with powdered sugar and drizzled with raspberry sauce. And a side of macaroni and cheese. And French fries. Continue reading Craving
I would like to have a conversation with the designer who created super comfy cotton pajamas. You know the ones. The material feels like a cloud. Like angels’ wings… Yet they always seem to have 78 tags made out of aluminum foil. I feel like I should get some sort of discount for all the holes in the side and the neck. Because there is … Continue reading The Hole Problem
When somone dies and the coroner needs dental records to identify the body, that means the teeth are the only thing to survive. I think I have the Tooth Fairy figured out now. She’s been collecting teeth for centuries. You know all the earthquakes and hurricanes we’ve been having? When the world ends, that damn Fairy will be the only one left standing, because she … Continue reading She’s Fairy Smart
We were enjoying an early dinner at Brax Landing, a fairly swanky restaurant overlooking the Saquatucket Harbor in Cape Cod, when a woman and a young boy were seated behind us. A server approached them and asked for a drink order. The woman ordered a drink for herself and a Shirley Temple for her son. They began to chat, as mothers and 6-year-olds do. But … Continue reading Overheard
You know what I could use right now? A piece of pie. With ice cream. And a cappuccino. With Bailey’s. And $80,000. Too far? Continue reading Any Given Sunday
During a recent visit to a public restroom, I discovered my roll of toilet paper was not locked in. When I pulled, it snapped off and hit the ground rolling… right under the door. Where, I’m guessing, a group of women stood there, looking down at it. I tried gently tugging on the end still in my hand, hoping to “reel it in”. (You should … Continue reading On A Roll
Day Three at The Fairview Inn: The bathroom door in this room occasionally just opens. Which is spooky enough. But before it opens, it knocks three times. The last time it did that, I commented, “That’s wicked spooky. No, wait. That’s wicked wicked.” Cute boy, “Nope. You can’t use the wicked twice. It’s all-inclusive.” Continue reading Wicked Haunted
