I’ve acquired some new music as of late—some gifted and some purchased—and what follows is probably the shortest music reviews you’ll ever come across.
Which ever the case may be, I experienced a profound sense of appreciation for this letter opener this morning. Oprah may have her “favorite things” and Martha may have her “good things”, but I’ve got this handy-dandy, inspirational letter opener and a brand spanking new blog category—Appreciation Station.
On June 30, 2009 at 8:15 a.m. the National Weather Service issued a Special Weather Statement for San Joaquin Valley. …SPRINKLES OR ISOLATED LIGHT SHOWERS POSSIBLE IN THE VALLEY TODAY…
Not content with the old standard, I decided to get quite specific with my no soliciting sign. It lists conditions under which one would be welcomed to knock on my door—if you’re family or friend; the mail carrier or police officer; and most important, if you have my dog.
I’m sorry but poo is just about the cutest word ever created for one of the most vile of bodily functions. So here’s to poo! Not the actual poo itself, but the word poo (and all its stinky derivatives, i.e., poopie, poop, poo poo, etc.).
A thought occurred to me as I was showering this morning. Remember in the 80s when Vanna White said to open your mouth in the shower and let the spray work like a water pick? I’ve never done that but it got me thinking, What ever happened to the water pick?
My own belief is that my extreme decline in the number of Christmas cards received has nothing to do with my popularity among my friends and family, but rather an emerging trend of Christmas-cardless-Christmases.
Today I’d like to talk about the singlemost terrifying piece of infrastructure facing Fresno’s drivers to date: traffic cirlces. Do I go? Do I stop? Wait? Merge? OMG!
Those lovely thin, rubber-soled, open-toed sandals. Their pungent scent could get your high, or at least leave you with a terrific headache. Thongs were a summer must for this Fresno girl.
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