Last Friday I attended the funeral of a very good friend’s Mom, Mrs. Helen McGinn. Actually, my husband and our friend John have been friends since junior high school. I had only seen his Mrs. McGinn a handful of times at his wedding, or a celebration here and there.
But at Mrs. McGinn’s celebratory […]

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When I say “poop talk,” I am not talking about modern parents’ tagline for kids saying things that are unacceptable and/or inappropriate.
I am talking about “poop talk,” as in talking about poop.
Like descriptions. Detailed descriptions of poop.
Color. Size. Dimension. Liquidity. Aroma.
And oh, my… the little nicknames for it. I […]

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At a family dinner recently (yes, the outing at the all-you-can-eat-chicken restaurant), all was going pretty smoothly until the french fries arrived. Well, except for the “me wearing jeans” incident…

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I’m seriously beginning to wonder who all these people are.  And why they are watching me.
First it’s all the people in the all-you-can-eat-chicken restaurant.  You know, with me wearing jeans and all.
Now it’s all the people who are watching me get out of my truck.
I know this because both my mother-in-law and my mom are telling me […]

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Last evening I had this conversation with my mother-in-law at an all-you-can-eat chicken restaurant:
MIL: I can’t believe you wear dungarees to dinner.
(by “dungarees” she means jeans, designer or otherwise)
ME: Mom, jeans are in. Jeans are in fashion.
MIL: (rather loud) NOT IN MY BOOK.

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