A One-Liner from Mr. Road Racer

My brother likes to text me after a bike ride and share his mileage. I always say, “That’s nice,” or “Awesome!” But, really, I’m thinking show-off! He knows I could never keep up with Mr. Road Racer. He taunts me with his biking prowess. In the end, though, I don’t really care. I prefer non-competition and enjoy bike rides as fast or slow, as long or short as I deem necessary. I prefer to enjoy the landscape, breathe in theRead more

I Couldn’t Resist

A text to my brother this past Sunday: “Happy Easter! Doing anything to celebrate?” His response: “Same to you. I went for a bike ride and accidentally ran over a squirrel.” I couldn’t resist a reply: “I hope it wasn’t Rocky.” My sincere apologies to Dan Antion and The Editor (the kind squirrel feeders) and anyone who questions my wacky Bullwinkle sense of humor. This post has been brought to you by flying squirrels and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. IfRead more

Yeah, why would you?

Gibbs and Ziva don’t have to ask me that question. They have a catnip banana. No need to chew on a piece of fruit. This post has been brought to you by the 2018 Texts from Mittens the Cat calendar and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. Linda G. Hill is the Queen of One-Liners and rules over her kingdom of followers. Check out today’s post and commit yourself to join theRead more

Recognizing Canned Crap

“U really got to work on that voice recognition thing.” This is what Natasha texted to me after I sent her the following nonsense: “I talked to the vet, who tried to talk me into that can to crap they sell. After The Liberation, he said chicken and rice was okay and defeat it to him for a week.” Gibbs was having issues with diarrhea and I had made a call to the vet. My next text clarified: “Canned crap.Read more