So the other day in the office, somebody brought in a pie for Jill’s birthday. It was one of those delicious cream pies that’s a whole lot of cream and little else, and anyway, the pie was supposed to be for everyone to share and have a piece. Though it was a small pie, true, I thought we’d all be courteous and slice it up into tiny pieces, if you know what I mean. Continue reading
Henry is having a midlife crisis. There’s no mistaking it.
For starters, he’s reverted to his puppy years, no doubt remembering the months he spent in a child care center where he’d see infants using pacifiers and started using them, too. Here he is again, a feeble attempt to relive his youth. Continue reading
Oliver Twist hates taking baths, but he loves getting soaked. Let me explain.
Put him in a tub, as I do every so often, and he hates it. He gets all squirmy as he tries desperately to climb out of the tub. Trust me, I know this because I have the claw marks on my arms as proof. Continue reading
This is a beautiful, well-kept place to shop! Indeed, the store manager has gone to great lengths to make the store attractive and inviting. For every piece of produce was neatly stacked. Every can, cellophane package, and plastic bag of rice or beans was in a precise, orderly row.
For a place that carries mass quantities of product, there was no clutter whatsoever! Continue reading
Perhaps it was a toddler, drunk on Welch’s grape juice and graham crackers, who in a blurry-eyed attempt to get home, flew off the road, landing in this pile of mulch. Continue reading