Tag Archives: Humor
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 …
The Ugly Duckling Advantage
A few days ago my husband and I went out to dinner. We went to a very nice restaurant that we don’t frequent very often. But we were really good about ordering the healthiest options on the menu. We’re both making extra efforts to be healthier. Our program is called “Fear of Death.” About halfway …
Vacation Education
Now that I am planning my micro-vacation, I’ve been thinking about some of the other vacations I’ve taken. I’ve had lots of pleasant vacations, and a couple of fabulous vacations. But I had one terrible one. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Just like General Motors thought that this was a good …
When Heartthrobs Need Pacemakers
In September of 1964, my heart did a pitty-pat. Oh sure, I had been swooning over The Beatles for six months already, but I loved them in that screaming little girl sort of way. My September crush was a grown-up love for a sexy man. I was thirteen. And in love with Illya Kuryakin. Illya …
Knee-Knockin’
I was a really skinny kid. My knees were the biggest part of me. Big bony joints set in the middle of some weird twigs. It doesn’t matter so much when you are eight. Everybody’s knees are scabby wonderlands anyway. Miniskirts were popular when I was in high school in the sixties. I was still …
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