Category: Laughs

Falling off the weight-loss wagon

It was a dark and stormy night…and our protagonist (that’s me) got up to let out her dogs, who apparently didn’t care that it was raining and blowing outside and still insisted they had to go to the bathroom. Now our protagonist is up and at ’em and it’s...

Happy National Crappy Dog Day

So yesterday was National Dog Day or some variation of that title. Scrolling through Facebook, I was bombarded with pictures of my friends’ cute, furry, well-mannered pups. You may have posted a photo of your own dog or gaggle of dogs. And to that I say, “Good for you!”...

To sleep, perchance to dream

I can't have nice relaxing dreams about floating on the lake or listening to the waves of the ocean crash gently against the shore. Instead I have to create dreams where even non-stressful events become anxiety-producing productions. ...

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...