Things My Boss Says
My Boss has been curious about Twitter. His daughter has an account and he wanted to check out what she might be up to. So he created an account. The next day he came to me and said, “I’m not sure...
View ArticleNo More Wire Hangers: Rest of the Story
By sorta popular demand, I’ve included that answer to the question, what was in your garage at the end of the story. It was late one evening or early one morning depending on your perspective. I was...
View ArticleFreud was Right, It’s my Parent’s Fault
Police escort for zebra. That picture has nothing to do with my post. I just like it. While I was fooling around today (I’m not working until Wednesday), I was singing Popeye the Sailor Man to myself....
View ArticleHotel Amnesia
My head was thumping. I was having trouble thinking. Oh God! I shot straight up, realizing the lump in the bed next to me was alive and possibly awake. A sliver of light broke through the darkened...
View ArticleIf I Were a Food Designer
I wish I was a food designer. I’m sure they’re out there. People paid to come up with flavors of things like chips, jelly beans and protein bars. I think a girl named Twig makes all the protein bar...
View ArticleIf Your Dad Was In a Porn
Do you ever have thoughts that you wish you didn’t have? Like maybe this one. In my imagination, I’m hanging out with a couple of friends. We’ve been drinking wine, laughing, and listening to music....
View ArticleStop Thinking so Hard
Jim was a nuclear physicist, a brilliant man. Much to his own detriment, he didn’t know when to stop thinking. He had been through a series of interviews. The job was basically his. All he had to do...
View ArticleMy Office Toilet
I’m sitting here on my toilet while blogging you. Not on the toilet as in its intended use toilet, but in a I don’t have any funiture kind of way. You see I got a call on Thursday offering me a job in...
View ArticleThings My Boss Says
My Boss has been curious about Twitter. His daughter has an account and he wanted to check out what she might be up to. So he created an account. The next day he came to me and said, “I’m not sure...
View ArticleWhen Panties Fly
It was early one spring when I found myself on a French highway between Normandy and Paris with my panties strung on a line across the back window of a silver sports car. French truck drivers, not...
View ArticleThe Rule of Asses
After hours of shopping, I was trying on slacks in a brightly lit dressing room. Finally, I found a pair that fit perfectly. Tight enough in the right places and loose in others. When I stepped out...
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