Merging into traffic from an exit to get back onto I-95 made me think, for the first time in years, of “A My Name is Alice,” the jump rope chant we sing-songed, maneuvering our legs around the rope.
Because my daughter rolled her eyes — I knew that even on the telephone — and my married grandchildren haven’t been married long enough to get it — I have to tell somebody.
In his valiant quest to transfer some of the contents of his inbox to mine, my friend Rick may have shared these inconsistencies in the English language with me before. That means I may have shared them with you as well.
The Darwin awards, of course in honor of Charles Darwin, acknowledge those folks whose behavior indicates that not all humans have actually evolved to even a basic level of common sense.
Instead of the traditional birthday whoopla, lots of people are asking friends and family – the usual whoopla makers – to donate to a fundraiser that the birthday person is passionate about.
Why was a survey needed to determine that men and women communicate differently? All they had to do was ask a woman who’s been in a relationship more than two weeks.
My Dad kept a compass attached to his dashboard with Velcro. A regular north, south, east, west little black plastic compass. He had it long before the days of the GPS or the cell phone.