I used to spend a lot of time on the ice, some of it upright.
Read MoreI believe the pet expert who said 97% of pet owners talk to their pets and the other three percent are liars.
Read More‘Tis the season to run up our credit card bills and give our loved ones a good head start on their next garage sale.
Read MoreMerry Christmas from my washer to yours.
Read MoreI don't mean to brag, but I type really fast—way faster than I text. Faster than I think, too, which can be dangerous.
Read MoreThanksgiving is not just about stuffing ourselves. It’s also about getting a day off work. And napping.
Read MoreI buy enough Halloween candy that I could give a heaping handful to every trick-or-treater who comes to my door. I don’t, but I could.
Read MoreWhy are we here? To serve others? To reach our potential? To rake?
Read MoreThe best thing about reading glasses is that I don’t need them all the time. And the worst thing about reading glasses is that I don’t need them all the time.
Read MoreHad Alexander Graham Bell’s first phone been a smartphone, Watson would have been too busy playing Candy Crush to answer the call.
Read MoreStory problems take something I’m fond of — stories — and turn them into something I’m not fond of at all: math problems.
Read MoreBetter for the cool-as-cucumbers crowd to put on more clothes than to have hot-blooded folks going around wearing fewer of them.
Read MoreEveryone else in my house is sleeping. Meanwhile, I’m awake writing about sleep, which isn’t nearly as restful.
Read MoreI’m not getting older, I’m getting bitter.
Read MoreThere are actually YouTube videos demonstrating how to put on nylons. That’s too fussy for me. No one needs a YouTube video to help them put on their pants.
Read MoreWhen I was a child, I daydreamed of living alone in a chicken coop in our backyard. Not the one with the chickens in it. No, my chicken coop would be decked out—and clean.
Read MoreI think I could be a pretty good criminal because I watch a lot of mystery shows on television.
Read MoreWhen I was growing up, my parents told me to eat my vegetables, and I did—right out of my neighbor’s garden.
Read MoreThere’s one thing about the Kentucky Derby that fascinates me: the names of the racehorses. I call my cat Kitty, so you can see why I might be intrigued.
Read MoreI close my eyes and imagine a sheep jumping over the fence. Then I picture another one and another one until around sheep number 106, I start getting bored and my sheep become increasingly uncooperative.
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