Someday, I’m going to find the person who invented the whole “jinx” thing and I’m going to make her sit in the back seat of my car, between the Princesses, until she apologizes and promises to pay for their college educations, preferably at institutes strong in linguistics.
Buy a CD rather than go to a concert? Psh. As IF.
All I could think, as both of my Princesses pushed past me at the church soup supper, one to grab first choice from all the desserts, the other to start dishing up her chicken noodle even before the priest said grace, was: “Laura and Mary would never shame their Ma like this.”
The sign on the church readerboard as we were driving through town said, “You are in the process of becoming someone. The question is, who?”
So few social occasions call for a good Judas Priest concert T-shirt any more.
Here’s a fun, if somewhat frightening, little time-waster. If your lifespan were shrunk to the length of your favorite movie, which scene would mark your life right now?
If the economy ever lets you take a vacation again, here are two places to consider.
A couple of people have commented that no one should be able to be photographed at a school without permission, and that it’s the newspaper’s job to get such permission before shooting. With all due respect, that’s not true.
I admit my ignorance. I don’t know the real situation. But from everything I’ve been reading and seeing, I’m starting to think the only realistic option for the country is to move everybody in it somewhere else.
