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You don’t know what you’re made of until the lights go out.
Widdle Baby and I live in a tiny town, where tomatoes grow bigger and gravy tastes better. If your dog gets out, a cop will bring him home. Strollers--people love to stroll in our village--stop to chat if you’re outside. It once took Widdle 90 minutes to bring in a week’s worth of groceries.
Widdle Baby and I live in a tiny town, where tomatoes grow bigger and gravy tastes better. If your dog gets out, a cop will bring him home. Strollers--people love to stroll in our village--stop to chat if you’re outside. It once took Widdle 90 minutes to bring in a week’s worth of groceries.
I have two brothers: T-Bob, who is somewhat insane, and Bubba, who’s not.
Recently a reader asked why I didn’t write more about my eldest brother. “It’s like we know T-Bob and all his pranks, but not Bubba,” she said.
Recently a reader asked why I didn’t write more about my eldest brother. “It’s like we know T-Bob and all his pranks, but not Bubba,” she said.
Here’s the thing about being almost 48: I’ve never been almost 48 before.
I don’t know what to wear. And I sure don’t have a clue about my hair.
I don’t know what to wear. And I sure don’t have a clue about my hair.
Strange things happening
I always thought Bigfoot was a hoax, before I saw a possum on the half-shell.
I always thought Bigfoot was a hoax, before I saw a possum on the half-shell.
If you're like most pet owners, you're a fool for Fido or Fluffy.
We call our fur-baby Licky Nicky. She's a Jack Russell, minus the manic chip. Nicky is smart, loving, obedient -- heck, she's a Boy Scout.
We call our fur-baby Licky Nicky. She's a Jack Russell, minus the manic chip. Nicky is smart, loving, obedient -- heck, she's a Boy Scout.
I used to be so proud of John Edwards.
Now, I wouldn’t trust him to pluck a chicken.
Now, I wouldn’t trust him to pluck a chicken.
I came across this column in my archives. It was written in 1993, and even though 9/11 hadn’t happened and we weren’t at war, I think it bears repeating.
Unless you’ve been living in a jar of olives lately, you’ve heard that the American Dream is dead in the water.
Unless you’ve been living in a jar of olives lately, you’ve heard that the American Dream is dead in the water.
You can barely eat these days.
Jalapeno peppers spread salmonella, chicken is chock-full o’ chemicals, and just opening a can of Crisco will kill you.
Jalapeno peppers spread salmonella, chicken is chock-full o’ chemicals, and just opening a can of Crisco will kill you.
Because Widdle Baby and I are usually seen together, people assume we have a loving marriage based on shared interests.
We do, but that's not why he herds me around like an errant goat. He does it because I can’t find my way out of a cabbage patch.
We do, but that's not why he herds me around like an errant goat. He does it because I can’t find my way out of a cabbage patch.
