The first time my husband got laid off, he had at least a little notice that it was coming. And he got a decent severance package, which was a good thing because my paycheck wasn’t enough to pay all our bills. And he got a better job before we were in any kind of financial difficulty. The whole situation stressed the…

Why would anyone willingly subject themselves to an orange toad squinting, stammering, and flapping his tiny hands?

In any recipe that calls for cream of mushroom, substituting cream of celery is a good thing.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Did you walk into the wall extra hard this morning, kidlet?

We’re watching Dr. Pimple Popper in the Poppy Bowl on TLC.

Our house had one of those signs in the late 50s when my brother had scarlet fever.

My brothers and I were born 1950-1960. All we got were polio shots and smallpox vaccinations, because that’s all there was.

My son was the size of a much older child for his entire childhood. It’s tough when people look at you and see a five year old and you’re only two. So yeah, we got the fish eye repeatedly when we were telling the truth about his age.

We only have one grandchild and we love her and enjoy being with her, but let’s face it, we’re both pushing 70 and don’t have the energy we once did.

As time goes on, I am more and more happy that I am allergic to all opioids. I don’t need a test strip, I’ll just puke my guts out.

TLC is going to be running episodes of Dr. Pimple Popper all afternoon and they’re calling it the Poppy Bowl, because of course they are, and that’s what I’m going to watch.

A layer of thin bread & butter pickle slices over a tuna sandwich is heavenly.

Whoa! That never would have occurred to me. Thanks! :)

Never thought I’d ever agree with Coultergeist, but I’m all for getting rid of Jared.

My favorite drink is mocha frappucino light, but as a diabetic I don’t really want to push my luck by getting anything bigger than a “tall.” And no such things as a happy hour tall drink. Nor do I dare have caffeine after about 2pm or I’ll have a lot of trouble sleeping.

The ERA was passed just before I graduated from college. Now my granddaughter is in kindergarten and we still don’t have it.

Both my kids helped pay for college by working at Sbux. I don’t go in there very often, but when I do, I treat the baristas the way I would want the kids to be treated.

My husband has a very nice red baseball cap with the insignia of a Commissioner in the Boy Scouts that he used to wear with pride. It’s been put away indefinitely, maybe permanently. People make too many assumptions about older white men who wear red hats. And with good reason.

My parents, who were invariably out of bed and dressed by 7am, were relentless about not letting us sleep too long. If pounding on the bedroom door didn’t do it, they’d just barge right on in. My dad was a big fan of turning on my clock radio full blast and shoving it under my bed and fleeing before the tubes warmed…

I have been able to gently scoop up birds in my hands and take them outside. But you have to be able to approach the bird without scaring it.