Category Archives: Humor
Driving Me Crazy
I love to go for a drive. But I don’t love being the driver. I like being the passenger. (In the front seat of course. I’m not that crazy about throwing up.) I like when my husband drives and I can: – File my nails – Check my email – Write a blog in my …
Renaissance Woman
For a little girl who thought culture came from the tin-foiled rabbit ears on the big Sylvania TV – after all, Ed Sullivan had ballet dancers as well as Topo Gigio – I somehow acquired fabulous Class. I’ve now been to the ballet. (It was just like The Ed Sullivan Show, although no one spinned …
Fountain Leaks
My Fountain of Youth has sprung a few leaks. Since I decided that I would be forty-six instead of sixty-one, most everything has been going pretty well. My hair is blonder and longer. I’m slimmer and fitter – what with zumba-ing my ass off, and yoga-ing off those flabby wings that my upper arms used …
I’m Younger Than That Now
When I first decided to get healthy – exercising more and eating right – my husband was a bit perturbed. He wasn’t too happy about how much time I spent at the gym, and he was even less enthused about the amount of snacks in the pantry. “You trying to be forty is going to make me …
Is There A Pattern Here?
I love patterns. I don’t mean patterns as in stripes and polka dots. Although come to think of it, there’s nothing that can cheer me up like a pretty floral cardigan. No, in this case I mean patterns as in pleasing structured compositions. Relationship. Order. I feel great when kids walk in pairs. Even better …
Closing The Gap
When I began blogging a year ago, I decided that I would never be political. Not that I don’t have political opinions. Like most people who take an active interest in government, I am very self-righteous and opinionated. (Of course, not as self-righteous as I was in college when I knew everything.) But Politics can …
Someone’s Getting Older (and it’s not me)
Today is my oldest sister’s birthday. She’s now the magical Medicare number. She seems to be taking it pretty well. I, on the other hand, am taking it rather poorly. It’s unnerving to have a sister on Medicare. It’s okay for my Mom to be on Medicare. But my sister? Medicare has always been my euphemism for …
They Obviously Asked The Wrong People
The response to my bikini dilemma was overwhelming. Just about everyone encouraged me to go for it. But as enthusiastic as you were, I figured I should seek a professional opinion too. So I did a search – “How old is too old for a bikini?” And I found an article that puts age limits …
Maybe Next Year
I told my husband about my dream – the one where he tells me I should buy a bikini. He said, “Of course you would look great in a bikini.” Which was 1. Sweet. 2. Required. And last week we took a micro-vacation – two days and one night in Newport, Rhode Island. The first …
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