What a long, strange trip it's been.
There’s also a space in Earl’s tummy that needs to be filled.
Just like when my doctor tells me to lean on my elbows. At Earl’s age, he’s had plenty of practice with that position.
My doc told me to only drink two cups a day. But I switched to half-caf, so I can drink four cups.
Wingtip shoes making a come back?
And I know adults with multiple personalities, before and after coffee.
Watch out Ruthie, better reign it in before the school psychologist brands you with Multiple Personality Disorder.
I always wondered if they ever play that song in Louisiana between the hurricane warnings. Or maybe “Cry Me a River”?
My pal said he didn’t want to be cremated, “Why burn twice?”.
And in Wisconsin, cheddar brats!
I loved the Cub Scouts Pinewood Derby, because there were three winners and a whole pack of boys who learned about losing. But when I managed the Christmas wreath sales, the mothers insisted that I get participation prizes for every kid who (or whose parents) sold a wreath – grrrr!!