Wag and the Gang

Wag and the Gang

Wag and I hosted my grand-dogs on the Fourth of July. (Remind me never to do that again!) The dogs, a something-poo and a labradoodle and, of course, my darling Wag, a full-sized golden retriever, had never met as a threesome and there was a lot of sniffing and...
Cloudy Days

Cloudy Days

My tech expert (Texpert) dropped by to calm me after I lost about 100 pages of the Wrinkly Bits book I’m writing. If it were gone, it would mean hours and hours of profanity, reconstruction, tears, and sore fingers, not to mention the extra gas I would use going to...
Gutter Dancing

Gutter Dancing

The gutter guys came to my house this week, but just two years ago, I cleaned my own gutters. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to think I’m lazy or infirm. I was over seventy years old and my husband said to hire someone (he had a golf date), but my...
Coupons, Coupons, Coupons!

Coupons, Coupons, Coupons!

Coupons, God love ‘em. Or, maybe He hates them. I certainly do. We seniors on a fixed income, (The word “fixed” is way too shallow for the abundance of gifts we have given society, but that’s another blog) are crazy for coupons but lately they cause me more trouble...
Toe Fetish

Toe Fetish

I’ve had a lot of questions about my dog Wag. He is coming along fine, for a teenager. You remember how 14-year-old boys are, moody, cranky, without direction or purpose, and most of all, incapable of listening. On the plus side, he likes me. Most of the time. And,...