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, they ain't bothering...

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 highly likely...

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 gap and the...