In my office on the computer, when I hear Kenny calling from the living room, “COME HERE! QUICK!!” I race down the hall to find him staring, entranced, by a commercial for a “Complete EZ Garage Tool Organization Kit.” He’s got the same expression on his face I get when we pass the local bakery…
People who have known me for longer than, say, 20 minutes know that I’m not good with sick people. It’s not that I don’t care about them. It’s just that they’re so, well…sick. And what’s UP with the need to share intimate, private (please God) details of every symptom? Conversational boundaries get obliterated at the…
Out on the town for our Thursday night wine tour, Kenny and I check the local winery map and spy one we haven’t tried yet, but that boasts several awards for their reds. (Have you ever noticed that every winery on the planet has won “Winery of the Year” and has multiple bottles draped in…