I walked into the Bible study and there he was… my husband ready to teach the class… wearing the worst combination of clothes ever. I remembered too late that I had forgotten to lay out his outfit the night before, and he had left really early that morning. Too late to change it now. I had to look at that combo for an entire hour, imagining what the other gals must be thinking, convinced in my own mind I was being held responsible. Wearing mismatched clothing is the least of

“He portrayed villains and had a deep, distinctive voice,” I offered, searching for the elusive name. “Basil Rathbone. I know it’s Basil Rathbone,“ insisted my mother-in-law. “No, I know it’s not him.” “Boris Karloff,“ suggested my husband. We were trying to remember who had created the bread pudding recipe for the restaurant where we were enjoying a wonderful meal. I knew who it was. I could even picture his face and hear his voice. His name just escaped me. The trusty Inter

“You know, lady, you have to put quarters in those things.” “I know,” I whispered back. “Shhhh!” My three little ones were happily “playing” a video game outside the grocery store where we’d just finished shopping. Sitting in the booth, each took turns driving the car down the road… and then crashing off into a tree. I didn’t have the money to keep them occupied with the real thing, and they seemed content to think they were still in control of that screen, no matter how many