Monthly Archives: September 2009

“He ate my tip!” Tara said that with eyebrow-crinkling rage while we were out grabbing drinks on a laid-back patio. She shook her head sternly and surveyed our table of belchy beer drinkers for emotional support. We offered none. In … Continue reading →

Have you ever sat in a taxi cab in traffic? Just tell me that’s not frustrating. Your heart thump-thumps and your anxiety zooms sky-high while you stare at the fluorescent red toll slowly ticking upwards. Sure, you know you shouldn’t … Continue reading →

Since we’re lugging the heavy vacuum up from the basement, moving couches around, and getting the whole room smelling like hot dirt, it’s mighty nice when those rattling little pebbles pipe up and let us know it was alllllll worth … Continue reading →

You and your snugglepuss are cuddling up together. Maybe you’re taking a romantic stroll in the park, leaning on the railing over a waterfall, or camping out at the airport before your big honeymoon flyaway. It’s times like this when … Continue reading →

We don’t know where you’ve been. We don’t know how you got home. But come here and give us a hug, old friend. We thought we lost you. AWESOME! Photo from: here

It’s a blazing hot Saturday afternoon and you’re playing pick-up basketball in the park. When the sun beats down and your sweatstache starts dripping someone thankfully calls a time out. Wiping your forearm across your forehead, you jog over to … Continue reading →

Soapy sponging coats your clunker in a thick sheet of bubbly foam. When your brow is sweating and the sloshy pail is dripping all over the driveway, it’s time to grab the hose and rinse the job away. AWESOME! Photo … Continue reading →

Warning beeps and flashing battery icons try hard to get your attention. To me they’re a like death row prisoners being escorted down a dim hallway with green ceramic tiles and cinder brick walls. They’re in a baggy orange jumpsuit … Continue reading →

Tension fills the room and black clouds linger by the ceiling fan. Dinner was late, bills piled up, nobody called home. Now you’re steaming in front of the TV while they’re crying softly in the bedroom upstairs. The stalemate burns … Continue reading →

Drive that steaming rustbucket up to the gas station and let’s get down to business. Folks, you know it and I know it: perfect squeegee jobs are hard work. You’re a pro wiper if you master these top five tricks: … Continue reading →