Category: humour
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Calendar Woes And Ice Cream Cake
Like a tipsy outfielder squinting into the sun during an eclipse, I’m dropping a lot of balls. My husband says I’m the most disorganized organized person he’s ever met, while my friends have suggested I’m in need of a calendar revamp. They may be right. My inability to sync my multitude of calendars plays a key role…
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I’m Not A Drama Mama
You’d think a forty-two year old wife, mother of two, loyal friend and over-all wise (some days) woman would have it all figured out by now. Apparently not. Which path to take? One that is familiar, but littered with the heavy expectations of others? Or another path, perhaps parallel or possibly divergent. It’s hard to…
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My Mandate To Hydrate
Gator skin, flakey fingernails that won’t grow beyond the boundaries of their nail beds, hair resembling a wheat field at harvest time… I’m in the midst of a dry spell. What could be missing from my daily routine that could be responsible for this desperately dry situation? I drink at least one glass of…
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As Plain As The Plane On Your Face
Planes can fly. Real planes. Not metal toy ones. Correction, toy planes DO fly, but not for long. Soon enough they’ll come crashing down. And, if you toss a toy plane directly overhead, chances are it will make a crash landing…on your face. Poor Avery learned this the hard way. The lesson was as plain…