PSA: The most entertaining part of the newest Strong Bad’s e-mail is the Grammar songs at the end. Click on the flexed arm drawn on the final announcement of the local news. Then just keep clicking the CD cover till you’ve heard them all. So great! I enjoyed a jolly laugh there, folksies. Confession. I […]
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I could find lots of reasons not to like the fact that my husband spends four days and three nights a week out of town. But I’ve found one delightful reason to like it. He writes me e-mails. “Big whoop,” you may be thinking. “What’s so special about e-mails?” I’m glad you asked, because I
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I think you should all know two secrets about me. These are things that, up till now, only my parents knew. In fact, I didn’t even know them. But now I do. Here they are: 1. I am model-gorgeous. 2. I am a great comic writer. For those of you who know me, both of
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My brain is a mite bit foggy, so please don’t hold me accountable for whatever you find in this entry. (Unless it’s really good!) We pulled into our driveway around 2:30 AM this morning, having left Chicago yesterday morning. We didn’t get a super-early start, because we thought we’d take two days to come home.
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I knew George was drifting off by the pre-snoring breathing patterns coming from his side of the bed. At that moment, I felt a tickle on my cheek. Like something crawling across my pillow. It was probably just my hair, but still. Ewww. The thought of what it might be was too yucky to ignore.
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George talks in his sleep. Early in our marriage I discovered I could ask him questions, and he would answer. I realized this could potentially backfire on me, but only once did he say something that upset me. And when I confronted him about it the next day, he came up with a pretty good
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I grew up with a man whose heart is as tender as they come. I was a firecracker of a kid, and he knew just how to handle me. Mom was a fly-off-the-handle type. Big spanking and it’s all over. But not Dad. First he’d send me to my room. Then, after an appropriate pause,
The crazy-paced wedding weekend is over! And it all went great. The practice session on Thursday was a blast, b/c the violinist with the string quartet could do anything. The first time through the songs, he was perfect. So we just jammed and made it beautiful, and the bride was ecstatic. Then that night Grace
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He walked into the room where she sat reading in a comfy chair. Collapsing on the bed, he lay, eyes closed, and in a painful whisper, he spoke. “I’m dying, Jeanne. I’m dying.” “Everyone’s dying,” she reminded him, without the slightest hint of sympathy in her matter-of-fact tone. She watched him as he lay motionless,
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Sometimes I’m convinced I must be the most thoughtless person around. I know that I’m selfish, but then occasionally something happens and I see that I’m even less tuned in to other people’s needs than I realized. We were in church recently, and the pastor was making an excellent point about God’s presence being refreshing.
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