It appears I am a wanted felon. OK, not a felon, just a wanted infraction flaunter.
I know it would have hurt his feelings if I had laughed out loud. So I didn’t – but I wanted to.
I know a lot of you like to take potshots at the greeting card companies. In the midst of any given holiday madness, I have searched for a handy scapegoat, myself.
I’m going to start my own cooking show. When I say a recipe is simple, lazy cooks everywhere will know I mean four steps or less. In other words, just this side of take-out.
Summer’s not such a tough time for those of us with an unrepentant sweet tooth, but that candy-corn holiday is on its way, followed swiftly by iced sugar cookies.
As one friend says, when the world gets weird, “Sagittarius must be in retrograde.”
I fancied myself rather worldly and sophisticated. It seems, instead, I have lived a rather sheltered existence.