I just don’t think I’m going to answer the door anymore. As extroverted and as social as I can be, I really don’t want to be bothered when I’m at home. I don’t like for the doorbell to ring. I don’t like answering the telephone (and I’m such a Caller ID junkie you wouldn’t believe … Read more
How about “petty, arrogant, rude, self-important, out-of-touch bitch”? How would that be, ma’am?
Lea poked her head in the study last night about 11. “You smell a skunk?” “Uh…no…wait a minute…yeah, now that you mention it. Must be close, huh?” “Really close. Our yard. It’s a lot stronger in our bedroom.” And so it was. I went to the garage to grab my cheapie Home Depot eight-hundred-million-gazillion-candlepower spotlight, … Read more