Mister and I had lunch with a friend a couple of days ago, and she was telling us how she can’t take the cold weather we’ve been having. She prefers 70 degrees, straight-up, all the time. Just as…
Ice, Ice, Baby (or, My Brush With Mediocrity)
The other morning I went out to my old car and finally got the engine to turn over. Once it did, I swished the wiper-blades a couple of runs to clear the night’s dew from the windshield. Only…