(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.)

100% Chance of Rain

If your area is suffering from drought, just hire me to come pitch a tent on your property.

TravelDorothy RosbyJuly 21, 2020camping, camper, rain, travel, Dorothy Rosby, Midwestern, humorous essays Comments

I’m a Bit Fitter Than I Was Before

A fitness tracker, doesn’t know the difference between a walk you take because you’re highly motivated to get some exercise and one you take because you’re highly motivated to find your car keys.

Splash! A Story About Something

This is a story about the importance of being flexible. Or maybe it’s about the dangers of vanity. Or being overly cautious or just plain foolish.

Dorothy RosbyJune 24, 2020hiking, sunglasses, sunshine, Dorothy Rosby, midwestern humorist, South DakotaComment

A Bad Case of Friggatriskaidekaphobia

More than 17 million Americans suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia though they seldom admit it, mainly because they can’t pronounce it.

Love, Honor…and Make You See Things My Way

Here’s a nice way to help your Valentine hear your side of things without having to listen to theirs.

Marriage, HolidaysDorothy RosbyFebruary 11, 2020Valentine's, marriage, relationships, Dorothy Rosby, humor, South Dakota Comments

Why My Christmas Letter is Late

I realize I’m late getting my Christmas letter out, but there’s a good reason for that: I’m late writing it

Dorothy RosbyDecember 23, 2019Christmas, Christmas letter, Dorothy Rosby, South Dakota, humor, Humorist Comments

Sound-Off on Online Shopping

It’s good to try before you buy—except for groceries. Don’t do that.

Where are Your Manners?

Don’t slam doors; you never know who might be napping. Don’t ask a woman when her baby is due unless you’re ure she’s pregnant. And be kind to everyone you meet; you never know who might win the lottery next.

2019Dorothy RosbyNovember 19, 2019etiquette, manners, advice, humor, Humorist, Dorothy Rosby Comments

Are you tired of surveys? 1) Yes 2) No 3) Maybe

If surveys were dollar bills, I could afford health insurance.

Dorothy RosbyNovember 6, 2019surveys, market research, Dorothy Rosby, Humorist, humorous essays Comments

Big Foot is a Gasbag and He's Living in My House

I was planning to write an insightful and informative post on the subject of gasbags, being well-acquainted with many and having been called one myself on more than one occasion. But once again, being insightful and informative proved to be too much for me.