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Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? That’s turning out not to be true at our house. My 15 ½ year old dog, Darla, so sharp, she’s taught herself. Do I sound pleased? Because I’m not. This trick involves the cat. Darla has lived every day of her life with a cat. She’s never shown any interest in the dry cat food I leave down for the diva, I mean, the cat. A couple weeks ago, something
What a dirty, shameful week it has been. Where else to be better experience that than at my local car dealership? I actually had my car shipped to my dealership, I found it really hard to find a car transport company who would bring my car to me, but luckily I did. Nothing too fancy. Just enough buttons to keep it fun and get the family safely around town. My sweet little car turned two a few months ago and
This week’s “Oh, No You Didn’t” Moment started with a single text message that popped up on my phone last Saturday. “Hey, DK, thanks for the email,” it read. “How about breakfast or coffee tomorrow?” “How lovely to get that invitation from a sweet friend!” you’re thinking. Yes. Only one problem. There was only an unfamiliar phone number attached to the text. No name. And there you have it– Just one of the almost daily opportunities I have to appear
Dear Daughter, It seems like just last week I was sharing, “14 Wishes For My Daughter’s 16th Birthday.” yourcialisrx.com/cialis_soft_tabs.html With your 17th birthday upon us, the window is closing on your time under our roof. Please allow me to get a few more wishes in: -I wish you know there are so many ways to win at high school than just grades and test scores. -I wish you know that despite crazy college admission arms race, you do not need
“That makes you look old,” daughter informed me this week, as she watched me do something I do several times a day. Was she looking at emerging “non-pigmented” roots along my hairline. (I prefer not to use the “g-four letter word.”) Reach for reading glasses? Inspect a new crevice working it’s way onto my face. Oh, I do have all that going on. This, however, is bigger. According to my daughter. More public. More horrifying. And something she thinks I
I’m getting a new set of boobs tomorrow. Uh oh. Have you just stepped into a classic case of over sharing? In a word, yes. This boob journey is one I never wanted to share. Didn’t want to share it with you. Really didn’t want to share it with the woman I consider my best friend. See, the boobs in question are not exactly mine. They’re hers. The Phone Call That phone call seven months ago where she said, “The
Of all the punch lines I never planned on, this must surely be it. Somehow, I, out of all people, wake up today on the third anniversary of being married to a perfectly imperfect man. A man with more quirks than a roomful of brilliant physicists. After all, what could be quirkier than a man who loves me and treats me with such kindness and respect? Yeah, me. The forever-single gal who must’ve dated every non-commital man in America. Yeah,
So, about that time I remembered my life changed…. A couple of precious gifts from neighbors showed up at my front door this week. No, not covered hot casseroles dishes so that I wouldn’t have to cook dinner. Though, that would’ve been nice. All contributions are always graciously accepted. This story starts with Eli. You know all that stuff you hear about what’s wrong with young people today? None of it is true about Eli. Here’s a young man who
Oh, yes I did. Simply did what any other crazy dog lover would do. When I saw a new survey announcing “The Most Popular Dog Names In America,” I clicked. Clicked first. Ahead of checking out any stories on world peace, the volatile stock market or the environment, for surely, knowing where my dog’s name placed on the survey was more important, more pressing than any of those matters. I see you and your dog nodding, “Yes, of course.” It’s
“So this will be your 25th birthday,” a new acquaintance joked recently when he heard of my upcoming birthday. There was that assumption again. When people — particularly women — get to a certain age, we’re supposed to lie about our age. Certainly some people sign up for the game. My own mother, born in 1936, still celebrates her 29th birthday. My friend Betsy, a devout Catholic, got to the age of 33 and decided to
