My father is a fan of saving a buck or two. When I was growing up that meant collecting spare cans and never turning on a single light. I’m really good at seeing in the dark. That also means instead of fancy toys, growing up, we had cats, lots of cats. My mom didn’t buy …
Sometimes I feel like I must repress some of my childhood memories and then they come flooding back to me at the mention of a subject like mushy lettuce. Oh yes, mushy, chewy slime-like lettuce brings back the memories of the Whoppers and the summer of eighty-nine. In the summer of 1989, …
Sometimes I feel like I must repress some of my child hood memories and then they come flooding back to me at the mention of a subject like mushy lettuce. Oh yes, mushy, chewy slime like lettuce brings back the memories of the Whoppers and the summer of eighty nine. The summer of 1989 I …
Some days I really doubt that any one has a family as unique as mine. I called my Dad yesterday to have a conversation. He than yelled at me on the phone “I can’t talk right now! I’m sitting on a toilet at a truck stop!” ??? Why did he answer in the …
It just wouldn’t be Christmas if I wasn’t staring at a brown bottle of urine. In my dad’s defense it could actually be a bottle of Arizona iced tea in the trunk of his Chevy but knowing my dad and how he never stops for bathroom breaks, chances are good it might be …