Monthly Archives: July 2021

While sitting in the kitchen with my mother and son, the following conversation ensued. Bubbie: Are you going to play piano again? Son: No, I don’t like it. Me: But you’re so good at it. Bubbie: You’re so talented, you … Continue reading →

The other evening, I was downstairs in the kitchen with hubby and my eldest when we were discussing the amounts of headaches she’s been having. Me: I’m really worried about all these headaches. Hubby: Well, you canceled the MRI. Kid: … Continue reading →

Good parking spots. Always have an excuse to cancel plans. Can easily shut someone up who complains of trivial “cold” symptoms I don’t have to say I have a headache. I could retire if I wanted (don’t). People tell you … Continue reading →

The other day hubby and I went to Hershey Park with our youngest. I knew my child had wanted to go on all the rides prior to our arrival. I also knew from my oncologist, that I should not go … Continue reading →

After unpacking my child’s duffle bags from his first session of camp, I noticed several disheartening things. For one thing, 90% of his clothing was packed just as I had folded them. How do I know they didn’t refold them? … Continue reading →

The other day at the dinner table, my kids noticed that I had a half full glass of water at my spot. Now, I noticed one of my kids’ glare and thought, oh I know she had her big bottle … Continue reading →

Lately, I am either missing tomatoes or cucumbers for my salads. Whilst in midst of my dilemma, a friend of mine called to say hello and she informed me she had a bag of cucumbers for me. The deal was, … Continue reading →

Its no secret that I have word recall issues. Age doesn’t help, but neither does taking a pill that blocks that part of the brain. Me: Do you want me to make you a salad? Daughter: Mmmmm Me: (holding a … Continue reading →

Yep, my stye that never went away is making an encore. That’s right, my eyelid is ready to flip itself inside out. Buuuutttt, its not like I am going against trial regulations- after all, I didn’t qualify and I can … Continue reading →

“Get out! Get out! Get out!” is what my husband just shouted at me- only because I machine gun farted on my side of the bed.