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“Hello...Mother? “Which Mother do you want to speak to, honey? We have a LOT of mothers here in Heaven. You’ll have to be more specific, and I don’t have all day. Actually, I do have all day and all of eternity, but I’m really busy, so just give me a name. “Sheesh. I didn’t realize there was a switchboard in Heaven. How fantastic! Just look up The Ancient One. Believe me,...

There are so many races going on every minute of every day. Sal and I race to the liquor cabinet to see who can grab the vodka bottle for our martini first. She usually wins because she likes alcohol more than I do. But, there are bigger races going on all around us. There are probably hundreds of ‘races for the cure.’ I think they need to slow down a bit to find the cure, because...

You all may remember that I have been searching for a job to supplement The Midlife Gals’ madness and-so-far-minisculey-funded creative pursuits (forgive my spelling of minisculey, but I believe I have just made a new word). Anyway, I’ve pounded the pavement and even applied at The Container Store. But, while I was waiting to hand over my ‘over-qualificated (yay...another new word) resume...

We have indeed found our humor again, and it was in the garage, just where we left it a few weeks ago when The Ancient One took to her bed with the vapors. As we are want to do, which is to speak for those who are thinking what we’re saying, we’re here to shed a chuckle over the subject of life and death. It’s a short trip in between, and if we can’t laugh about it, what’s the...

If you’ve ever read, “Me Talk Pretty One Day,” firstly, you’re a David Sedaris fan and secondly, you guffaw at the thought of what we might think we’re saying to someone versus what they are hearing. Sometimes those are chasms far, wide and deep. I’ve always fancied myself prtty, prtty, prtty amazing at speaking the Italian language. I studied it for six years, so I should be....

We have an ice box that doesn’t make ice. We buy ice at the store and put it in the ice container that should be holding the perfectly-formed ice cubes coming from the machine. That’s wrong, I think. It broke a long time ago, so we kind of forgot that we had one. That’s wrong too. In my bathroom, if you tug on the bath towel that hangs over the towel bar, the bar itself will come...

Why do they call those things ‘bills’ that arrive in the mail with requests, which are really demands, that you pay what you owe? Sometimes they call a bill an ‘invoice,’ but that’s even more confusing...in voice...in who’s voice?? Back in the olden days, the way back olden days, I guess when you bought something you got a ‘bill of sale.’ Did that mean that a man named, Bill,...

Just think about it. The first thing we do in the morning is decide who we’re going to be that particular day...let’s start with wardrobe. Some of us shouldn’t be trusted picking our daily costumes, but that’s another blog about fashion police. Today, I am a sophisticated woman dressed from head to toe in Santa Fe peasant chic. My boss doesn’t like it when I show up to...

I love the word, Daddy. It just sounds like someone you would love. Of course, I tend to think about things as if they are chapters from a good southern novel, so a Daddy for me connotes a big, strong, handsome man in uniform in an old black and white Polaroid from 1943. He’s with his Navy buddies on a crowded ship in the middle of the Pacific. They’re off duty, drunk, smoking...

I’ve been thinking about Will Rogers lately. He was the cowboy humorist whose quote is the title of today’s posting...that and, “Never miss a good chance to shut up.” Well, THAT one landed on deaf ears most certainly. He’s gotten me to thinking about metaphors for wonderful sayings that are meant to both help you and make sense at the same time. Perhaps a recap of common...