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.
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?”
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.
Lemme hear it, parents. Do you get involved in your kids’ friendships or fights?
Is it OK for Mom to let Dad be The Enforcer?
Yay for the Tjerrild family in Fresno, Calif.! They resurrected one of my favorite childhood candies, Flicks.
Ah, those happy, carefree adult days. No longer! Comes now my workplace health plan and its Multiple Commandments, the first being, “Thou Shalt Behave in a Healthy, Responsible Adult Manner or We Shalt Garnish Thy Paycheck.”
Yesterday was my 41st birthday. I wish I could say I don’t feel a day over 21, but actually, I do. I can tell in lots of ways, among them …
Did I like the new movie “Where the Wild Things Are”?
… Yes. Yes, I think I can say that I did.
