Scene 1. Yesterday afternoon a photographer from the local paper came over to take some shots of me, George, and Jacob, because we’re going to be featured in an insert magazine called Family Matters. The reporter comes next week to interview us. All of that is awesome, and we’re honored to be featured, but I’ll […]
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I’ve lost count of how many Pillow Talks I’ve posted, so you’re getting this one without an episode number. Very unprofessional of me, I know. Sorry. Today’s story needs a bit of prologue. I may have mentioned before that George has been getting more and more interested in cooking lately. When he spotted an old
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Yesterday I talked to my dad. I called mostly to ask if he will be available to shuttle me back and forth from DFW when I fly to Detroit next week, but before we hung up I said, “Happy Father’s Day tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll call you again, since I was lame-o and didn’t get
No, this post is not about Dustin Hoffman, Mrs. Robinson, or even Simon and Garfunkel, though John Denver will play a part later on. (Yes, Luke, I know he’s not in the movie but he is a musician, like Simon and Garfunkel. Hence the logic. Work with me.) As I was getting around to saying,
Since writers tend to draw from their own experiences, I’d say chances are excellent I will never write steamy romance. Case in point. George and I are lying in bed when the following conversation takes place. George: Are you using a new lotion? Jeanne: Yes. They were out of the one I usually buy. George:
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George has been gone for two weeks, but his fragrance still lingers. And I’m not talking Old Spice. Click here to see what I mean.
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I got in trouble again last night. This time I didn’t inoculate any chicken. I was an aider and abettor. An unwitting accomplice to escapees. Before I go any further, I must say there are many perks to life with a science guy. Especially one who loves to work with plants. Every morning I’m greeted
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Life With a Science Guy A few days ago, George happened to be standing nearby as I made my lunch. A container of mesquite-smoked rotisserie chicken pieces sat on the counter, and I was selecting bits of it to go in my salad. After silently watching me pick several chunks of chicken from the dish,
You know how, when you go in the post office, and the clerk places your package on the scale, and then she asks you if you want to send it priority mail, and you say, “How much more will that cost?” and she presses some numbers on the scale base and answers, “It’s $2.70 for
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Sunday evening I watched about a half hour of the World Series game, bringing my grand total of baseball-game-watching time this season to . . . about a half hour. We aren’t big TV Sports fans around here, though we’re all fond of participating in various sports. George grew up playing baseball. He and his
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