“Oooh, an invoice! Can I open it?” “Sure, I guess.” “Alright! Let’s see. An extra envelope, a card that says ‘ how to pay your bill’ … a bill… that’s all?” “Yup.” “Well where’s the invoice?” “You’re holding it.” “WHERE?”…
“Oooh, an invoice! Can I open it?” “Sure, I guess.” “Alright! Let’s see. An extra envelope, a card that says ‘ how to pay your bill’ … a bill… that’s all?” “Yup.” “Well where’s the invoice?” “You’re holding it.” “WHERE?”…
Mary hates dresses. She’s explained it succinctly: “They just feel so… awkward… like…. well, like I’m not wearing any pants.” And you already know I’m a feminist. Yet my heart about broke when I heard of “Women Wear Pants to…
Ironically, the moment I typed that title, my brain started running in overtime trying to figure out how to say something awesome and useful and short and concise and life-altering here. But really I ought to heed my own title…
This is a note to myself, so by “You’re” I mean “I’m” — but perhaps other readers could benefit, too. I’m also hoping you’ll have suggestions. Some of this is cross-posted from Facebook, by the way, so to my friends:…
Ethan helped me move a twin-sized bed (a mattress, box spring, and frame) down two flights of stairs this morning. “What a man!” I exclaimed, then added, “And I mean that in the best of ways.” Said Ethan, “Thanks, Mom.…