Category: Laughs

Hello 2:22 a.m. How you doin’?

Well, friends, you’re in for a treat because I am actually posting an article TWO DAYS IN A ROW. You read that right. I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath. Once again, you can thank my dogs for this. Except instead of being up at 4:17 a.m.,...

The tale of the early morning escape artist

Well, hello, Before-Buttcrack-of-Dawn. We meet again. This time, it’s 4:17 a.m. And I’m up for one of my two reasons: dogs or anxiety. Or sometimes it’s melded into one–dog anxiety. This was one of those times. Because Herky, the little Boston Terrier who is going-on-9, is a sneaky little...

My dogs are giving me grief. Literally.

I write this today having spent last night getting up — no exaggeration — at least 20 times with two neurotic dogs. I’m. Stinkin’. Tired. I’m physically tired, and I’m just plain old tired of these creatures who we’ve somehow let run our lives. Don’t get me wrong. They’re...

Peaks (and valleys)

I have been under the suspicion for some time now that I peaked in my 30’s. However, lately it’s become more and more evident, and soon I’m no longer going to be able to plead ignorance about it. It’s hard to argue that my 30’s didn’t fare better than...

The Accidental Octogenarian

I’m officially 80 years old. I must be. There’s no other explanation for what happened this week. There I was, walking down the hall before school, like any other day, innocently heading to the teacher’s lounge to score me some of that gourmet Folgers or Yuban community coffee (whatever...

The Stress of Going Back to School

So that’s it. Gone are the days of elementary school conferences and cookie dough fundraisers. I’m officially the mom of a middle school, a high school and a college student. Boy #3 turned 13 a few weeks ago, so I’m a full-fledged mom of teens — until January when...

A Letter of Apology to My Pants

Dear Pants, I’m sorry I got your hopes up this morning. I know I set you up for disappointment when I laid you out last night, ready to wear to work on my first day back from spring break. And even though I tried you on this morning, only to...

Pride Comes Before the Fall

It’s spring break, and instead of lounging on the beach, umbrella drink in hand, I’ve opted to spend it at home, toilet brush in hand. (And when I say “I’ve opted to,” you know what I really mean is, “My checking account has decided for me.”) And just to add insult...