The bad news is I twisted my ankle. Not too badly. The good news is the little garden plot has had its soil broken up, amended, mixed, and planted with corn and melons. And the worst of the weeds have been pulled up…at least I know that if nothing else, elm trees will grow well […]
I may just be the last person to see this, I don’t know.
A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees hadn’t called in or phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whisper. “Hello?” “Is your Daddy home?” he asked. “Yes,” whispered the small voice.
Wha-huh? All of a sudden, I feel like I’m in an alternate universe.—Dear Friend, Compliments of the day and God’s blessings. I am glad to inform youthat I have successfully concluded the transaction,the money has beentransferred to London.It was done through the assistant of Mr. HowardFerraro who is a London base business man.Currently I am
flagitious fluh-JISH-uhs, adjective: 1. Disgracefully or shamefully criminal; grossly wicked; scandalous; — said of acts, crimes, etc.2. Guilty of enormous crimes; corrupt; profligate; — said of persons.3. Characterized by enormous crimes or scandalous vices; as, “flagitious times.” Flagitious comes from Latin flagitiosus, from flagitium, “a shameful or disgraceful act,” originally, “a burning desire, heat of
It was kind of obvious that the name would come up at some point: Ben & Jerry’s Karamel Sutra. I will have to keep an eye out for it.
I realized today I have reached the point where receiving rejection is now less psychologically affecting than my period. Yes, that unhappy event (um, the arrival of the rejection letter) that has more than once driven me to tears has become less stressful than many things in my life, but this is the one that
by Trenton Lee Stewart. I am not the right person to ask for any kind of objective review here. But I’m glad it’s part of the permanent collection: Voted one of De’s Most Likely Books to Drag Up to a Treehouse, If She Had One. This is also a Lay on Your Stomach and Kick
Dude, misnomer. I was hoping for a sign that said, “Come with Folgers…leave with Yergacheffe.” But no deal. The Coffee Exchange is not a proper coffee shop. For one thing, the big-screen TVs run Fox News Network; for another, the radio station plays hard-rock oldies via The Eagle. Had I asked for soy milk, the
