Someone please explain to me the purpose of burrs. It’s like Mother Nature created an all-natural…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Let’s get to it
Hey spring, thanks for showing up. You’re right on time. I have been anticipating your arrival…
FIT for life
My apologies to the lab technician at LifeLabs who will now have to process the specimen collection…
Playing with fire
I’m not typically a jealous woman. I have no reason to be.
In the headlights
She leapt out in front of my moving car as if distracted, unaware of my headlights or the path she’d wandered into. She just appeared out of nowhere and in doing so, knocked me clean out of the noise of my day.
Bluetooth speaker
I couldn’t find my Bluetooth speaker anywhere. It must still be packed in a box from the recent move of the contents of our home from our neighbourhood in town to our move to the country on the outskirts of the same town.
Photo bomb
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I’d like to share a teachable moment with you of what not to do to your beloved if you are attempting to inspire a spark of passion between you. Today’s lesson is brought to you by the letters C, for the Carpenter, and W, for “What the?” “Why?” and “Weirdo.”
Foxy
I heard him before I saw him. He had a raspy barking cough, as if someone told him a good joke…
Red carpet ready
I am by no means a survivalist, (I can barely survive learning we’re out of chips), but when there is a snowstorm in the forecast, my husband, the Carpenter, launches into emergency preparedness mode.
Toque trouble
I wish I looked better in a toque.
Sorry, not sorry
As it has probably a thousand times in my marriage to the Carpenter, our morning began with this question; “Are you okay if I write about this?”
Pants
It struck me, while out walking my dog on the last morning of my Christmas holidays, that the next day, I would be heading back to work, and as such, I was going to need pants.
Just say yes
If there is one thing that the year 2022 taught me, it’s that I have zero ability to predict my own future. None.
Hey Santa
With all due respect, Santa, I’d like to request you take me off your “Nice” list this year.
Wonderful Christmastime
Paul McCartney is watching me as I type this. His big puppy dog eyes are fixated on me all day. I am totally okay with that, though to be honest it’s distracting. Paul has me in the Christmas spirit.