I think we’re all bozos on this bus
Just take it out for a test drive. No obligation. Cheap at twice the price.
From the category archives:
It all started with a can of cling peaches. No, that’s not right. That’s another shaggy dog story. Actually, it all started with the Christmas cards. I persist in sending those annoying newsletter-type cards that people welcome into their homes like fine aged fruitcakes.
Never one to do today what I can put off until tomorrow, [...]
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I am going to tell a story today that is not for sissies. It takes place in a time when dinosaurs ruled the earth and my family had a fox terrier named ChiChi. It is a tale of Camping Out the Real Way, hereafter to be known as CORW. Yes, that is not a mellifluous [...]
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My mom died shortly before her birthday four years ago, otherwise she would have turned 91 yesterday. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I used canned biscuits to make a batch of monkey bread yesterday, on her birth anniversary, because among the many things Mom taught me was how to make a damn good [...]
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Our late, great dads.
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Mis for the many things you taught me, like the time your much-laundered Keds had a hole in the toe and you painted your pinky toe white so it would be less noticeable, that a gal with a sweet Southern accent can always talk her way out of a ticket (my accent isn’t sweet enough or Southern [...]
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All the Mother’s Day advertising has me in an I Remember Mama mood. I could tell a million stories about my mother, and eventually I will. What keeps me from telling one every day is that they all require vast amounts of exposition. It’s not that I can’t supply the words; on the contrary, it [...]
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Rick’s dad had a question for any of us who bought a new vehicle: “How’s the love affair with the [insert vehicle]?”
Ironically, in the decade that saw the fall of the Berlin Wall, the love affair with my little truck was cut short by Communism.
I first dreamed of owning a truck when, time after time, [...]
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My dear friend Toi (who needs to be flogged into getting back to work on her blog) wondered if the repairman who was here last week took off his clothes, which gives me an excuse to rerun this tale:
My dad and brothers were Outdoorsmen, and, well, yes, they liked to shoot furry and winged things for [...]
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