“Huh,” Scott said more to himself than to me.  We were driving down the road.  Me, “What?”  Scott, “Nothing.”  Me, “Nope, more details please.”  Scott, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”  Me {snarky and a little demanding (not proud of that,...

Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!”  Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed.   In what is surely TMI, I have on...

Evie is single-handedly bringing back a dying art... handwritten letters through the U.S. Postal service.  Our local post office is thrilled with the increase in production (and the spike in stamp purchases).  She's got her name down pretty well... and...