It's Shark Week y'all ~ When I was in college, I got in a car wreck and, apparently, the insurance company for the guy that ran into me - sending me to the hospital by ambulance where I got over two hundred stitches – wanted to give me some money so I would not sue them for a whole lot more money! I was getting ready to graduate from college, get married and enter the “real world” so I did what every down-to-earth, logical girl would do. I bought scuba gear! Not long after my husband Keep Reading...
I’m So Mad!
I am so mad! Really, I’m not mad at all. But if you ask my teenager or young adult children, they will tell you I am mad. Why do they say that? Because when I text, I use periods at the end of sentences. Oops! I did it again! And, I reply to texts with “K” instead of “ok!” or Okay! Or Okie dokie! Or :) :) !!!!! But never “OK!” because that is yelling! I’ve also learned not to respond with “sure.” Apparently, that has negative connotations and people think I’m mad. Somehow, I Keep Reading...
Have a Nice One
Whenever I check out at the grocery store or department store or corner gas station and the person hands me my receipt and says, “Have a nice one,” my brain almost explodes. It is only with great restraint that I don’t pipe up and respond with, “Have a nice one what? A nice walk in the rain on the way to my car? A nice dinner? A nice trip and fall? (Which I’ve done on the way out of a store more than once.) A nice day at the dentist? A nice shark attack? A nice hernia? A nice, big glass Keep Reading...