On the Third Day of Christmas

On the Third Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman On the third day of Christmas, my true love brought to me -Three French hens? Does he mean plain old chickens, as in clucking and crowing, laying eggs, and pooping everywhere. I don’t know a French chicken from an American chicken...
On the Second Day of Christmas

On the Second Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Day One, he gave me a partridge in a pear tree. How lucky for me! What in the world could he give me that would top that, I thought to myself. I looked outside, the sky was pure blue and the mountains were snow-covered and...
On the First Day of Christmas

On the First Day of Christmas

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was looking up stuff the other day, you know, checking on some trivia that no one really knows or cares about, and I ran across the old English Christmas carol, the Twelve Days of Christmas. You probably know it by heart, “On the...
A Blog by Perky Gail Cushman

A Blog by Perky Gail Cushman

Wrinkly Bits Originally posted 11/16/25 A few days ago, the Cowboy called me “perky.” After five weeks in a cast on my foot and two more weeks wearing a black boot with more Velcro than I had known existed, believe me, I was happy to be called Perky. This morning, we...
Free at Last

Free at Last

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Originally posted 11/2/25 Free at last! Free at last! Cast is off and I’m free at last. My doc is a genius. He took a sharp knife, three staples, and slapped on a pink cast, and Voila! My foot pain disappeared, and I can do...