Category Archives: Humor
I Should Have Kept The Receipt
Last week, I wrote my husband’s inability to find the shaving cream. Although it wasn’t exactly hidden. And several people commented. Many said that they absolutely could have written this, since it appears we all have exactly the same spouse. But quite a few also commented that it’s not only men who can’t find anything. …
I Want It ALL!
I’m delighted that the Huffington Post has picked up my little essay from a year ago! I’d also be delighted if you’d hop over there and give me a “Like” – Huffpost loves Likes (and so do I)! “Shouldn’t I Have All Of This?“
Once Again, I’ve Hidden It
Oh, I’ve written a couple of times about how secretive I am. I am diabolical in the ways in which I hide things from my husband. (“Secret Agent” and “‘Where’s My Hat?’ Asked Waldo”) I was a meanie again this week. In the morning as I am leaving for work, my husband is making his …
Part-Time Perfection
As I prepare for retirement, my company has agreed (to my great pleasure) that we should have a long, smooth transition. When they identify my successor, I will gradually reduce my hours and work part-time for as long it’s mutually beneficial for the company and me. How perfect is that? I can just ease myself …
Just An Excuse To Draw Something Silly
Have you ever seen “Lucky” magazine? I kept seeing references to “Lucky” on fashion web sites. It’s a magazine devoted to SHOPPING. Well, that’s right up my alley. The name of my alley, as a matter of fact, if that alley was called Shopaholic Street. I could use (yet) another source for sampling the latest …
Beginner’s Luck
I hate Beginner’s Luck. Beginner’s Luck is the way the universe makes raspberries at your ego. I didn’t have beginner’s luck as a kid. I didn’t have any kind of luck. I was the type of kid who never drew an ace in a game of War, but I could count on getting the Old …
All Girls Are Welcome Here
Did you know that Amelia Earhart designed her own clothes? I can’t tell you how much I am cheered by this fact. Recently I had a conversation with an eight-year-old. This girl is nothing like me. I was a girly-girl from the get-go. I loved baby dolls and crinolines and patent leather shoes, and dresses …
I Don’t Care
I love it when I remember something I didn’t even know I remembered. Yesterday a crazy memory bubbled up from somewhere in my addled storage facility. Years ago I took an evening art class – Watercolor Painting. (Sometimes I wish I were British so I could type Watercolour. Isn’t that classy? And I’d say “Whilst” …
Child Prodigy
In memory of Donna Douglas – whose style I scorned, but whose show I never missed – here’s my post from a couple of years ago…. CHILD PRODIGY By now I am sure you are wondering: How in the world did Nancy acquire her unerring fashion sense? Well, I don’t want to discourage …
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