Our journeys are filled with chances Doorways to not now Some taken, some ignored, some slammed Some never noticed Until the clarity of time reveals the miss Is it fair, at this point, any point To wonder about the branches Ponder the paths pursued and passed What slipped away on a random day Swirling into […]

Note: This is a flashback post from our first trip to Spain, years ago. Hopefully, the statute of limitations has run out on any crimes that we may have committed… We’re still traipsing around the Andalusian countryside, avoiding any degree of responsible behavior as well as local authorities, so I don’t have quite the time […]

Gary, left: “Is that someone at the door? Are you expecting anyone?” Ann, right: “Of course not. I have no idea who it is. And I didn’t sleep with the vacuum cleaner salesman.” Gary: “That seems like a lot of information to share when a simple ‘no’ would have been sufficient.” Ann: “I’m sorry, dear. […]

Clark, left: “Okay, are you ready to do this scene?” Jean, right: “I think so. But can I say that you really look a lot hotter here than you will in that Gone with the Wind mess you’ll make in a few years?” Clark: “Of course you can say that. I love myself. Why would […]

“The only thing that can possibly explain this scene is the now-empty enormous coffee cup in the lower right…” Suddenly, someone stomped into my home office. I cannot name this person because said person is one of those family members who does not care to be mentioned in my stories. I’d give this person a […]
Lilah Jean may never recover.
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But at least she realizes that therapy may be in her future. It’s the first step that’s the hardest…
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Lilah Jean appears to have a bun in the oven, herself…methinks that I detect a ‘baby bump,’ unless that’s just the frightful physique indicative of a non-branching family twig!
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This is what happens when people jack with the noble efforts of Planned Parenthood. Wait, did I say that out loud? Why, yes I did… 😉
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Flattering rompers are akin to mythical creatures like unicorns. Although, there are a lucky few who can pull them off successfully.
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Plot twist if I ever saw one
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I try my best… 😉
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A rock!!!!
but no brick, have another ‘like’, Brian 🙂
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Whew! Thanks, Phil!
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I wondered about the bump too, then I realized it was the time period when women were praised for their natural shape, which includes a bump if they eat anything other than green salads minus dressing.
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Good point. And I’m fascinated with the shoes. I’m sure it will come as no surprise to you that I sported something quite similar when I hit the nightclubs in the early 80s… 😉
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She is rockin that old swimsuit!
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She is VERY proud of her couture.
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Mad Man Muntz had a car stereo store down on tenth and Penn in OKC. There was hot older babe who worked there who looked like Nancy Sinatra, without the boots. So we went as often as we could, I guess they mopped up the drool when we left. They had one of those sound egg chairs. You know, with the speakers in them that made it a giant headphone you wished you could make out with someone in? Why did I think of that? The hot girl, and the tart’s palace wicker chair behind her. I’ll bet there’s an old Victrola just out of our sight…
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I tried to work the wicker chair into the story, but it just wasn’t happening for me. You just provided the missing piece: an old Victrola. Of course, the story would be different, something about lost love and mistaken identity, but at least the chair would be a character…
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No, therapy won’t do it. Drugs will help, but a fashion consultant will fix everything.
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She just needs a stern talking to. And maybe an interruption in her allowance… 😉
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