[This is where I would normally post a photo but I refuse to sensationalize anything else about this subject.] I was driving home from Jazzercise this morning, feeling all pumped up and happy, and singing along with the radio when Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke came on. Up until now, I’ve only heard it playing…
My daughter went back to school today to start her senior year of college. Before we dropped her off at the airport, though, she asked me a question that still haunts me: “Did you ever decide what your most beautiful body part is?” I know I have to give you some history to put this…
I love books. Not just reading, but actual books. You remember those? Made out of paper? With interesting covers that you weren’t supposed to judge the book by – but always did? With pages that you had to turn using – I’m sorry, children, I don’t mean to scare you – your fingers?
I am re-posting this as part of a midlife BlogHop. You know that feeling when you wake up in a new house and the rooms are arranged differently and you’re not quite sure which drawer your underwear is in now or where you stored your favorite mug? But you’re still waking up with the love…
I know. You’re laughing and thinking, “Oh, Lois, you do not. You’re so …” And, as you’re smiling affectionately, you take a closer look, and stop dead in the middle of your thought.
