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O Christmas Pan!
Time for Christmas reruns…. Here’s my favorite Christmas story. To my husband’s chagrin, I tell it often. O CHRISTMAS PAN! I met my husband in November 1989. By Christmas we were pretty much living together. We weren’t kids – he was in his forties and I was thirty-eight. So we didn’t see much sense …
Bye-Bye
I’ve said before that I can’t park. Parallel is ridiculous. Good thing I didn’t have to demonstrate to get my license. But the only place where I must parallel park is my Yoga class. But I’ve worked it out. I wait by the fire hydrant for the previous class to get out. I wait for …
notquiteold 