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I have always been a cat person.  I love fluffy cats, short-haired cats, black cats, orange cats, calico cats, tiny kittens, overweight cats...

Yep.  I’m back.  It’s really me.  Had to think about it for five years, but then I decided to write something.  Here goes:   The Husban...

There are some phrases you never hear uttered, such as, “That chocolate was disgusting,” “I would totally vote for Nixon if he were aliv...

I recently wrote about my face not cooperating with my brain and now my feet are apparently in on the mutiny:   yesterday I fell while wal...

For some strange reason, I was not blessed with the DNA coding to remember people’s names correctly.   Fortunately, I can remember that...

I bought a floppy beach hat today.   It is 22 degrees out. My purchase is partially wishful thinking that the weather will tropicate o...

It’s not like I didn’t know who he was when we met.   He had on the cape, the tights, the giant letter “S” across his chest.   He looke...