Sleep Patterns

I am in the most annoying one of my lifetime.  Around nine o’clock, I take to the couch with full intention of watching a movie, sometimes new and sometimes old.   (I rewatched Fargo a few nights ago and its staying power is intact.  Thanks Marge Gunderson.) But...

My Laundry Meltdown

Lately, I’m losing it over laundry.  It’s like the mail; it never stops.  It just keeps piling up and up and I avoid and avoid until I get down to the bottom of the barrel.  Like underpants with zero elasticity.  Towels that accidentally got bleached....

To Go, Please

I still have my father’s and mother’s ashes in their original delivery boxes stashed in the back of my bedroom closet.  They’re really no trouble at all.  Well they could chip in toward the mortgage and cover their fair share but other than that,...

Intensive Purposes

I recently realized I’ve been walking around for close to sixty five years with for all intensive purposes tattooed to my flapping lips.  No one has ever corrected me, but then again I do have that whole low talker and mumbler thing going on, so it’s...

Persnickety

Here’s a story about a bunch of persnickety sisters.  Four.  Norma, Ruth, Arlene and Janet. Why are they persnickety?  Their formative years may have been a little marred.  My theory and that’s all it is.   The two older were two years apart.  Eight year...