I was going through a box of kitchen miscellany years ago and found a small ceramic bowl and a lid from a ceramic teapot that fit together perfectly. Now the teapot is on a shelf in the kitchen holding silk flowers and the bowl and lid became my salt cellar. Works perfectly even though I don’t keep a specialized spoon…

I have every edition of that book, starting with that original pamphlet, which was published when I was in college.

I listen to audiobooks and Great Courses on my iPod.

What is it about sacred spaces that is so hard to comprehend?

He really thinks we’ll believe anything he says about a book he can’t and won’t read? What a sucker. Just like his “base.”

I was told that the Bug and the Bus had the same engine. That would not suprise me at all.

It could have been worse. He originally wanted the camper version of the Bus, but thank goodness he was too tall to fit under the camper shell. My parents never went camping in their lives and all of a sudden they thought it would be a great idea to start.

Oh look, he’s trotted out Reagan’s fantasy “welfare queen” in a new dress. I’m sure the people who work their butts off at WalMart already will be thrilled to hear they’ve got to take on more jobs.

That stuff is noxious with or without added bacteria.

Golly, I missed where I said a fraction of a second, and I stand by my statement that you don’t have children and have no idea what a small child can do in a short period of time.

I’m sure you’re right about the air circulation. This house was built in 1930 and has leaky windows and uneven floors.

There was no “let” about it. He climbed up. I was in the process of removing him from the table when he kicked the ketchup.

That’s because it’s my way of transliterating a Bronx Cheer, a phrase you can look up.

My dad could no more have fixed a car than he could have done brain surgery. He did not comprehend cars.

My parents had a blue and white 1971 Bus for years. I don’t know why my dad didn’t get rid of it. It drove him crazy (no pun intended). Completely underpowered, couldn’t keep up with freeway traffic, rattly and noisy. My dad couldn’t stand to have anyone in front of him on the freeway and his normal driving style was…

If that thing makes the same noise a Barbie jeep makes, just go out and shoot it now.

And when your cat knocks over the plant you can sweep the whole floor while you’re sweeping up all the dirt and plant bits.

People keep assuming that some of my grandmother’s early books are public domain. They’re not. She renewed the copyrights at the appropriate time.

Grimm’s fairy tales are grim indeed. Check out The Girl Who Trod On A Loaf.

Doesn’t work if the other person is a hoarder.