Young people today have put several new verbs into modern English.  For example, ‘to google’, ‘to disrespect’, and ‘to text’ - all very useful, I must say.  However, they seem to have missed one crucial verb - to pullupthepants.

A friend of mine has started writing erotica.  Great for her, but not really my genre.  Mine would be more like neurotica.

So…….if I’m eating alone in a restaurant, but I’m writing while I sit there, can I count it as a working lunch for tax purposes?

I’ve discovered that if I have enough coffee, the possibilities for my day are endless.  If I don’t have enough coffee, the possibilities are mostly homicidal. 

I go camping to get away from a lot of things - work, home, chores, computers, noise, people.  Since I don’t have my own island, I have had to accept that there will be other people around, but I still expect to get away from the rest of the list.  My question/frustration/possible justification for homocide is this: WHY do other campers feel compelled to have music while camping, and not only that, but why must they share - as in play it so loudly that everyone within a two-mile radius is forced to listen?  As a concept, sharing is nice, but hey, if I don’t even want to hear my own music, I sure don’t want to hear theirs. 

A few weeks ago, our van was broken into.  Now why anyone would break into a family van is beyond me.  Unless they’re after melted crayons or some crushed crackers, what’s the point?  The only thing of value in our van was my small collection of favorite music CDs.  They didn’t take even one of them.  At first, I was relieved. But now that I think about it, I’m offended. 

You know, now that I’m trying to write a thought each day, or at least each week, it’s amazing how few of my notions are actually worth sharing.  And yet, that doesn’t keep me from talking all the time.

At this point in my life, I’d have to say that my single greatest achievement in personal growth is to accept the toilet paper going in either direction.

Friend:  I would die without chocolate.

Me:  I wouldn’t die without it, but somebody else might.

Looking over the writers’ guidelines for a parenting magazine, I ran across this, “Our readers are interested in helpful tips on parenting, like how to shop with preschoolers.”  

That’s a one word article -  “Don’t.”