I have decided that post office employees can’t possibly suck as bad as they seem. It’s almost as if they suck deliberately. So I think I have it figured out. In a world of email and social media, they have collectively plotted to get us to go outdoors and meet our neighbors. Sometimes next door, and sometimes towns away. Corsicana Auto Parts, I’m coming for … Continue reading Meet-Cute
Each morning, for the past 12 years, I have pulled back three sets of curtains from my bedroom windows, and have looked across at the garden that Wayne and Debbie built. I’ve watched as they’ve tended it, from one season to the next. We’ve waved to each other as we leave our driveways. I’ve witnessed the changing seasons unfold in front of me with colorful … Continue reading In Memory of Wayne
Raspberry seed stuck in my teeth. Driving me crazy. No floss handy (which is not like me), so I thought, “Hair. Yes, a strand of hair will work just as well.” You know what doesn’t work just as well? Hair. Now I have a raspberry seed AND hair stuck in my teeth. If we militarized this and used it as a form of torture, we … Continue reading “Don’t-al” Work
“What’s by the gate?” I stared up at the cute boy, the sun creating a halo around his head. He paused before answering. “Feathers.” “Feathers?” I responded, but stopped my voice just before it raised into a question. I didn’t want to know any more. I’m sitting in the same spot, but there is no cute boy standing in front of the sun now. I … Continue reading Feathers and Clover
So after a night of drinking, the dog woke us up at 2:30 am just in time to crap on the floor as we ran to let her out (she tried…). And no, the dog wasn’t drinking, we were. I only clarify this for the smartasses who will undoubtedly comment. Too awake to fall asleep, I turn on one of my favorite go-to’s, a Warren … Continue reading I’m Sorry Mr Hurt
The largest collection of people with questionable parking skills clearly held a convention in Houston this week. The worst of the worst collectively gathered in the parking garage at St Luke’s Hospital. Chels and I took zero pleasure in seeing them receive parking citations. (I’m totally lying. Those asshats deserved it!) Houston lacks drainage. Drainage wouldn’t help fix the larger problem of crappy drivers. Traffic … Continue reading Tales From The Road
Two days ago I flew to New York. This is nothing new. I don’t live here, but I visit. It’s my happy place. I was happy that I had enough points to book a flight. I was happy (and grateful) that a friend offered up her apartment for my stay. I am happy (and grateful) that I have an understanding boss and a hard-working Assistant … Continue reading The Downside of Happy
