Well, d’you reckon that we’re through with ice for a while, finally?
The day I heard that Shirley Temple had passed away, I started to call the Baby Sister and ask if she was in mourning
I’ve been walking for my health for several months now, and since the weather got nasty I’ve made a few observations, since I’m having to walk inside.
All right, what’s with all this cold? I’m not alone. All one has to do is look on Facebook to know folks are pining for some warm weather.
I guess I must confess: I have been known at times to eat pizza with a knife and fork, particularly when it was fresh from the oven and I didn’t want third-degree burns on my mouth.
People interested in adopting an animal from the Forrest City Animal Shelter have sometimes had problems finding someone there who can help them, but all of that is about to change.
I guess a lot of folks will be moving to Colorado now, where they can get high legally. I hope you know whereof I speak.
Okay, most of us survived Christmas, and except for a hangover here and there, New Year’s Eve and Jan. 1 didn’t take too great a toll.
Well, here it is, my most favorite day of the year. This is the one day when the majority of people are just as Scroogy as I am the rest of the time.
This is my last column before Christmas, and I figure there may be some folks out there still wondering if I really am a Scrooge.