Month: July 2011

28

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Mr. Handsome B.D. and I have been married 28 years today.  It was wicked hot on the day we got married and geez, it’s still hot.  Har, har, har. Many years ago, we invited some old neighbors over for dinner.  For whatever reason, it felt awkward to me and hard to make conversation.  After about … Read more

Birds

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I’m kind of afraid of birds.  They creep me out.  The Big Daddy, he loves ’em.  Sometimes, I think we have absolutely nothing in common except gin.  When my brother, Tom, was younger he got attacked by a bird right outside the front door.  “Gull damn blue jays”, my mom said.  To this day, if … Read more

The Sniff Test

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It was recently reported that men use “the sniff test” to determine their clothing choices and will sometimes wear their whitey tighties 2 -3 times before changing them. Oh. My. God. This is new information to me and I was raised with three brothers.  I know men are slobs.  I know they drink milk out … Read more

Moving On

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I met Brenda a few years ago when I got a job at a clothing boutique in my neighborhood.  I loved the store, I loved my coworkers, I loved the owner, I loved our retail neighbors.  I loved that place.  That place employed many women and each of us would arrive for work in our … Read more

Bitter

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The Big Daddy is a farmer in his off hours and very proud of his bounty.  He’s grown lettuce, tomatoes, raspberries, rhubarb, onions, beans, zucchini and eggplant.  On harvest days, he carefully carries in his veggies like they’re little newborn babies. The baby lettuce he birthed had a slight problem.  At times it tended to … Read more

Cracking the Code

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The Big Daddy started biking ten years ago in order to get in better shape.  He rode back and forth to work, which was ten miles round-trip.  When a few years had gone by, he got asked to join a bike team forming at our church that would ultimately ride the MS150 every September.  When … Read more

Anal Retentive

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A few years ago, I was at Ikea (just a moment here while I bow my head in a moment of silence to show my respect) and found a laundry sorter.  It was THE BOMB.  A single hamper where you could sort your clothes into dark, medium or whites and when you’re ready to wash, … Read more