So let’s recap. Willie wanted to open a joint bank account with me, and Indy bought unusable land in Texas back in the 1960s. On my second attempt to help Willie open a bank account at the Temple of Doom, I discovered Willie had misplaced her driver’s license. We had to…
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Not A Happy Camper
You guys know I went camping this summer. I have one thing to say about it. Well, actually I have a lot to say about it. But I’ll start with this: Camping is stupid. I’m not saying people who camp are stupid. My husband, brother, dad, and father-in-law all enjoy camping….
Save The Trees
Indy had one final telehealth speech appointment. One final opportunity for Indy and Willie to toy with my sanity. I strolled into the Temple of Doom, my computer and Indy Notebook tucked under my arm. I take notes during all of Indy’s appointments – speech, neurology, audiology, whatever. I carefully date the notes, and…
Worms, Worms, Worms
As you read this, I want you to know I’m OK, despite the terrible things that happened. You may be aware we spent Father’s Day weekend at The Cabin. We did so not only to celebrate Don and my father-in-law Big Don, but also to observe Donny’s birthday. I know. That’s a lot…
In A Lather
I have an idea. My idea has drawn some doubt. Mockery even. But I will not be deterred. Well, I don’t feel quite that strongly about it. Let’s just go with I won’t be deterred from talking about it. Living with a hunter, I have discovered that one does not simply pick…
Of Mice and A Man
There’s no easy way to say this. I hate my garage. I mean, sure. I don’t like the shed much. Once I found the spider eggs growing on my ski bag, I was pretty much done. But I don’t keep anything in the shed anymore. Grow spiders on my skis and our…
Five Alarm
Usually, it’s Willie who messes up. Sometimes, it’s Don. This time, it was me. I know, I know. I’m usually perfect. I’m sorry to disappoint you guys. My downfall began Friday. I was coaching my Parkinson’s boxers when the text flashed across my phone. One of our smoke detectors was…
Wild Child
Before anything else, we really need to talk about The Cabin. I am going to be dirty and honest with you about The Cabin. I think it’s time. When a boy you’re dating tells you his grandfather has a cabin, you think he’s trying to impress you. Or, in my case, you wonder…
The Videotape Incident
We can talk about The Videotape Incident. Before we begin, let me say that Don and I are soul mates. He is the Hart to my Hart. The Han to my Leia. The Dylan to my Kelly. Well, he’s really more of a Brandon, but I always liked Kelly with Dylan better. Besides, Brandon…
The Other Woman
I was putting away Christmas decorations when I discovered the maggot-covered skull cap and antlers from Don’s autumn buck. Laying right there in the garage. Like they owned the place. How do maggots get into – and out of – a sealed plastic bag? They were just everywhere. Don, a little chagrined at…