Monthly Archives: June 2012

Paging Dr. Welby

My gardener has this horrific habit of calling the house line and my cellphone before ignoring the signs on the door that say, DO NOT RING OR KNOCK!!!!! Hubby, tired of the incessant calls, has a distinguished ringtone now. That … Continue reading

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John Bobbit

I received my Cutco knives and within 2 days, fillet’d my finger. Let me say this again: I saw the remainder of the tip, on the cutting board. Now, both the tip and the knife are in the trash.  

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Shifra

My eldest likes to wear her spare pajama pants on her head as if it were long hair. All I see is an orthodox girl in a snood. That, or a gypsy missing some hoops.

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Shake, Rattle and Roll

My aunt has a small issue– she cannot sleep without the help o a sleep aid. In fact, when she kindly came in to help pack my mother’s house, she mistakenly left her pills at home. Uh-oh. That meant we had … Continue reading

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Mi Casa Es Su Casa

Now that my mother is downsizing, I have many of her household items in my house. In fact, my house looks very similar to her’s now, that the only thing missing is her robe.

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After You

The other day while loading the groceries into th van, I was struck by the stare of some man who was waiting for an elderly lady to finish loading her items into her car. I knew I’d recognized the look, but … Continue reading

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Too Close For Comfort

Before dinging out for the evening, our live in gardener inquired if we had a babysitter. As if we’d leave our children alone, or with him should we have been stuck. But that’s not why I’m writing. Today, he had … Continue reading

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Who Moved My Cheese

While at the fundraiser, we were given blindfolds to experience life in the dark. Lucky for me, I was able to sleep while everyone ate; I was exhausted. However, hunger took over and I noticed that the man next to … Continue reading

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Dining In The Dark

Hubby was invited to a fundraiser for The Foundation for Fighting Blindness; lots of big wigs were there. Anyhow, hubby was concerned what could come out of my mouth and prepared me with a script I should repeat to anyone I … Continue reading

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Betsy Ross

When she’s not reenacting the days of Pharoh, nor stirring up witches brew, nor laying under a lamp… my mother can be found in her dickie and cuffs by the Liberty Bell.

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