“Grandma says if I eat too much rice it will make me unconscious.” If it weren’t for facebook memories, I would forget these little gems. Wish I’d written them all down but I didn’t. If I think hard, these are the only two that come to mind: 1) “Mummy, can I play on your pincuter?” …
I found a crumb on my bosom the other day. That’s where they usually land when I eat. The less buxom among us find them in their lap. I have this habit of changing my clothes right before I eat. Depends on what I’m already wearing (anything light or white, for example) and what we’re …
The best dog walks are the ones where I don’t bump into anyone. Just me, the fur kids and nature. I know I’m not the only anti-social, lone wolf out there. Indeed, I recognize the body language in others: head down, eyes averted, the abrupt change in direction, the slowing down or quickening of pace …
I always thought a pomade was a type of waxy paste that you slicked through your hair when going for that pompadour look, open palm at your hairline, fingers spread wide as you rake them back towards your crown, then up to the heavens with a final squeeze, tease and tug of your digits at …
This showed up as a memory on my facebook feed this morning: “It’s never a good sign when a dying patient says you look tired and the next day a 95 year old man with Liberace hair and a tan tells you the same thing.” Eight years later and I’m still tired. Mind you, back …
The worst part of yesterday was hurting my back. I’m not sure how I did it. It’s possible I overdid it at the gym before work. Could have been reaching for something on my desk with these Hobbit arms. Or maybe it was just a random poke reminding me that I’m no Spring chicken. I …
I now have 10 followers on the WordPress version of my blog versus the 11 i boasted on Blogger (two of those followers were the same person). Confession: I am following myself, not because I am desperate to increase my stats but rather because I want to make sure each new blog entry is emailed …
My friend Marisa in Vancouver texted me on Monday to ask if I’d seen Shawn Bergman’s emotional facebook post pleading for information on Canuck the Crow who’d gone missing. I barely got through the video, an awful feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, creeping up through my heart and throat. And I …
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