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.
Okay, folks, here’s your warning, just in case you may want to skip this column:
Is anybody else as sick of the presidential campaign as I am? Just asking.
Okay, so what do we call this time of year? I mean, besides fall, or football season? Halloween is over. In fact, even after all the buildup, it’s so over you can hardly tell it was ever here. Halloween is almost as skillful as that holiday that comes toward the end of December – when it comes to disappearing without a trace the day after. More about that later. Let’s think about it. Thanksgiving is the better part of a month away. We can’t really call it the holiday season yet, at least I can’t bring myself to do it. And I’m positive that this stretch doesn’t qualify for the … Continued
Time for a look here and there.
“Honey, the back porch needs painting,” Alice said. “You’re right, it does,” I had to admit. “It’s really a mess,” she said. “Yep,” I conceded, “I’ll look up the best paints in Consumer Reports.” That was, oh, about two years ago. Give me a break, folks, it takes time. One must choose the paint carefully. Not only that, but the porch was in need of a major cleaning before it ever had a drop of paint – a consideration that also took time. And, yes, it took me time to work myself up to doing it. Okay, admitted. Does that make everybody feel better? Well, I worked myself up. It … Continued
“We miss you.”
That was the large, printed message on the outside of the envelope we received in the mail this week. It was from a credit card company, which shall remain nameless. It was not the first such mailing we have received from this company. I doubt, alas, if it was the last.
All right, now. Look – I am the alpha male of our little family, right?
Okay, I have endured this as long as I can. I realized I had to write about this Ashley Madison mess when I found myself rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically. At that point, I knew that if I didn’t write about it I’d probably hurt myself.
Okay, here we go, as simple as one, two, three: