A Little Grumpy, Are We?

Pets make people happy. Try giving a grouch a puppy.

Dorothy RosbyOctober 13, 2025grouch, grumpy, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humoristComment

I like to say I got a perfect grade on my paperwork. I know that’s not what blood bank folks mean by A+ but I still like to say it.

HealthDorothy RosbySeptember 18, 2025blood donation, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist Comments

Hey, Greeting Card Company

I just had a milestone birthday. I won’t say which one but I’ll give you a hint: It wasn’t my tenth.

Holidays, agingDorothy RosbyAugust 25, 2025birthday, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist, aging Comments

A Quiz to Determine How Creative and/or Human You Are

Do you ever imagine in exquisite detail how your life would be different if you lived somewhere else or had a different (circle all that apply) job/house/car/spouse/family/waist circumference?

Dorothy RosbyJuly 21, 2025creativity, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist Comments

Confessions of a Wimp

I’ve been wondering lately if I might be a wimp. I’m not asking for your opinion, so don’t write and share it with me.

Multitasking to Save the World

I don’t hold out much hope for humanity anymore, not since I read that the average person will spend more than six years of their life on social media.

A Bad Case of FOMO

What does it say that no one ever posts pictures of themselves sitting in front of their computer looking at Facebook?

Valentine Verses

Darling, Love is a mystery! And so is the reason you put empty cereal boxes back in the cupboard.

Our Heroine Had a Wonderful Day

As usual, our heroine made only wise decisions, and no one bothered her all day long.

Writing lifeDorothy RosbyJanuary 29, 2025poetry, flash fiction, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist Comments

Paltry Poultry

When I checked the turkey it was as cold as my darling’s heart.

(Not) Working from Home

A lot of us work from home these days, so I think it’s about time to discuss why we’re not getting anything done.

Dorothy RosbyApril 18, 2024home office, wasting time, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist Comments

Alarmed by My Helplessness

I still have my watch.. It sits on my wrist like a vestigial organ, though it’s prettier than an appendix.

The Super What?

I grew up thinking that men invented football just to get out of doing dishes.

Dorothy RosbyFebruary 4, 2021Super Bowl, football, Humor, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist Comments

Good Riddance 2020

The best thing I can say about this year is that there was plenty of time to clean all my closets. I didn’t, but I had time to.

Americans Can't Even Agree on When to Serve the Turkey

I have to eat every four or five hours if the people I love are going to continue loving me back.

It's Scary Out There

People who go through haunted houses without jumping obviously have sluggish reflexes and probably shouldn’t operate motorized vehicles.

HolidaysDorothy RosbyOctober 27, 2020Halloween, haunted house, scary, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist Comments

Mutterings from the Arboretum

Why do you think God made wind? To blow your leaves into your neighbor’s yard, that’s why.

MarriageDorothy RosbySeptember 29, 2020raking, autumn, good neighbors, Dorothy Rosby, humor, Midwestern Comments

No More Flying Mustard

It doesn’t seem right to replace a reliable refrigerator just because it occasionally flings a jar of mustard across the room. Nobody’s perfect.

Dorothy RosbyAugust 25, 2020Condiments, refrigerator, household, Dorothy Rosby, Humor, South Dakota Comments

I Was Born to Be Tame

The Sturgis Motorcycle Rally is the granddaddy of all bike gatherings. (I know it’s sexist, but calling it the “grandmother” of all bike gatherings might get you killed.)