“What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer…..” Ebenezer Scrooge.
I will now relate a touching tale, of a man and his recliner.
Today, it’s a little of this, a little of that:
I have been faced with a terrible choice this week – to fair, or not to fair?
This is supposed to be a humorous, if not always hysterically funny, column. But lately there hasn’t been a lot of funny stuff going on the world. That’s why, after giving up on current events, I decided to to write a column on different aspects of birthdays.
I baked a cake. I realize that to a lot of people, that is about as momentous as saying they woke up this morning.
The digital age has come up with its own form of junk mail, often called spam – a cruel insult to an innocent meat product that’s doing the best it can.
It’s been a while since I’ve written about cats. I suppose it’s because I figured I had exhausted all angles of the cat situation. But I was wrong.
Okay, so now we can apply for medical marijuana. Do I plan to do so? Well, no, I don’t have a condition that could be helped by the stuff.
Okay, as of last Wednesday, it’s officially summer.