Back From Death’s Door

I’ve been sick all weekend. And by the above title, I do not mean I was “Knock-Knock-Knockin on Heaven’s Door.” It’s more like, “Scratching Helplessly at the Doggie-Door of Death.” I don’t get sick often, although it’s interesting to note I got sick at this same time last year. (To read that heart-warming story click

My new living room rug

I bought a new rug for the living room. Doesn’t it look nice? It was on clearance. Really. My husband came home and I proudly showed him the new rug. (I also mentioned the low price of course. Twice.) He walked over and examined it. Then he patted it and said, “I’m sorry.” I said,

Trash Day Tragedy

One Tuesday morning, I was calmly brushing my teeth when I heard a rumbling noise outside. Hmm, I thought. That sounds like a the trash truck. Good thing I put the trash out last night. Then I thought, Wait, DID I put the trash out last night? I remember INTENDING to put the trash out.