Wednesday Triple T*
I’m beginning to think our boy Harry is all about keeping his name in the news and his face on television. For a foreigner, he’s zeroed right in on what it takes to become American royalty.
Instating the New Year
If they instate it before midnight, they can still nege on the promise!
Grab Your Ankles, It’s the Monday Update!
“Ankles are deceptively large. Even the pretty delicate-looking ones.”
Delayed Gratification
Donna gave me a cool birthday present this year — a class in camera phone photography, which I attended last week. In a surprise to absolutely no one, it seems I must upgrade to a phone with the latest and greatest camera.
Pacing Ourselves
Streaming TV was made for folks like me.
Garbage In, Garbage Out
Putting out the garbage first thing in the morning once a week is just an extra step in my morning chores. So far it’s working: today there’s garbage all up and down the street, but none of it’s ours.
Tuesday Grab Bag
“Hey,” I said to her as I walked out, “that was kind of fun.”
How Do You Say “They’re” in Spivak?
Damn it, I’m old, and preferred pronouns other than he and her are fingernails on a blackboard to me.