I have reached the baggy years of life. I know this because of a meme I read the other day:
“How to be an adult: Have a bag of cords, a gift bag full of gift bags, a plastic bag full of plastic bags, and bags under your eyes.”
I’ve been bagged.
It’s like someone prowled through my ...
The only “password” I had to remember growing up was my locker number. And I wasn’t always eager to use it. My textbooks were in that locker. And, my nose suggested, a dirty gym sock or two from the previous semester.
Even when I didn’t want to, I remembered my locker password. My ...
Nobody likes a tattletale. Especially not a smart-mouth, know-it-all electronic one.
My auto insurance company recently convinced me to download an app for my phone to score my driving and maybe earn a policy discount for being wonderful.
Do you remember when you almost messed up and a ...
My hand hovered over the mug. Would today be the day I won the lottery?
My fingertips brushed past blue, green and yellow before pinching the red one. Yes, let’s try the red one today.
I tugged the red ink pen out of the jam-packed coffee mug. Clicked it. Tried to write. I pushed harder ...
Whenever I’m feeling down, I can always count on scientific research to cheer me up. You never know what crazy things researchers will try next. They have the minds of mischievous 3-year-olds. And they get paid to play.
For example, scientific researchers, through actual studies and ...
Once again, I discover that I am well above average.
According to a new study, Americans require 60 lazy days a year to feel rested and relaxed.
Sixty? Only 60?
Ha! I can be lazy 160 days a year. Probably even 360.
Why not the full 365? Because sometimes due to circumstances beyond my ...