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

Whoosh! There he goes again. We barely made it crossing in front of that semi! Why are you making this so hard? We don’t have to keep veering over to pay the toll every few miles. There is this perfectly useful device on the windshield from the rental car company. All you have to do is open it up and we can settle the account when we turn in the car. But no. My husband was determined to pay-as-you-go so we didn’t have to worry about it later. I always hated to see some smart