Monthly archives: August, 2007

Lawyers, Guns and Money (Or Three Things I Don’t Have)

My husband and I discuss two possible futures for ourselves when we’re old and retired. One is far more likely to happen than the other. In one scenario, we own a giant mobile home that’s completely solar powered and we drive around the states, looking for adventures. We’re┬ájust like Cain from “Kung Fu” or┬áJules from …

Bunk-beds

My sister and I used to fight for who got to sleep on top bunk. The person who ended up getting stuck on bottom bunk would put her feet between the slats and lift the mattress so that the person on top couldn’t enjoy the victory too much. One of the things I miss – …

Do Ya Feel Lucky, Punk?

The words eternal optimism don’t even begin to cover the insanely sunshiny outlook that I possess. Case in point, I had a migraine that lasted for three days this past week. As if throbbing head pain and nausea weren’t enough, I also injured my back somehow or other. Coincidentally, all this occurred during the week …