33 years ago, I went out on my very first date with the man who’s currently in the next room, playing with our cat, Blue.
He and I had danced a dance of light flirtation for 2 months before our big night. Finally, on the 13th of February, 1982, I’d had enough. Continue reading
Well, I’m outta here. Gone. But only for a week.
I’ll be back, though, but I thought you should know where I’m going, and why. Continue reading
The other day I read a mother’s plea on Facebook: “Hey, parents of that little asshole who keeps telling my kids Santa Claus isn’t real, could you get him to knock it off?”
Um, yeah. Sorry about that.
I think that might have been my son. Continue reading