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Bob’s computer crashed two weeks ago, and he’s got it ripped apart, with the pieces lying all over the floor trying to fix it. He’s in hog heaven. Like a little boy with a box of Legos.

So today when the UPS man brought a package with his name on it, he was delighted to find it in the foyer.

“Oh, great!” he says, as excited as my mother was some years ago to discover that you could buy pre-pitted prunes.

“It’s my memory!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Honey,” I say.

“Maybe tomorrow he will bring y… Continue

I’m tired of hearing about who’s going to clean up The Big Three.

I’ve been cleaning up The Big Three for decades, and there doesn’t seem to be an end. I’m talking about the REAL Big Three – Poop, Pee and Puke.You’d think there would be a moratorium on cleaning up the Big Three after the age of 50. I’ve raised three kids and done heavy-duty grand babysitting.

That should be sufficient for a pardon. After all, you could get convicted of murder, serve a life sentence and be out of the slammer in… Continue

Please don’t narc me out, but I’ve been stealing drugs.

From my dog.

He’s not into hard drugs, so it’s not like you need to look up the number for the DEA or whatever. He doesn’t even do weed, as far as I know, and I’m sure he wouldn’t inhale if he did.

But Scottie’s got a nice stash of prednisone. He has terrible allergies to just about everything. We were led to believe that mutts were pretty much invincible, saved from the genetic purity that leads to disease and a desire to bark with a Fr… Continue