I got a birthday card in the mail yesterday. A most insulting, most unwelcome card. My birthday’s not for several more months, so I thought it must be a mistake, but no.
When was the last time a high school football game left you spent, worn out and drenched with sweat, knowing you’d witnessed a masterpiece?
For those who aren’t all that active on the internet, allow me to explain a bit of internet culture.
The more I see the news, whether it’s real, #fakenews, #alternativenews, the more I believe that most of us really don’t want new information at all.
Donald Trump, much to his chagrin, never won an Emmy for “The Apprentice,” but he can now take indirect credit for a clutch of the awards.
I don’t try to lead a dangerous, on-the-edge kind of life. I’m more of a play-it-safe, eat-your-veggies, go-to-bed-at-8:30 kind of girl.
First, let me point out that I have nothing bad whatsoever to say about the Garland Sachse football team.
Not a word.
As I type this, I’m glaring at the upright freezer over in the kitchen.
A new baby lives at our house. He has curly, reddish-blonde hair that looks very much like my daughter’s hair, which is a sure sign he belongs with us.