My friend’s father is circling the neighbourhood of 90 and recently bought himself a brand new car.
Monthly Archives: July 2014
when laura met laura and the true art of showing up
Today, at Art Camp, it is Laura’s 8th birthday.
Birthday means no chores. Birthday means you get carried, princess style, to breakfast.
Poetically, best friend, Laura, not 8, calls. She is en route up north.
Why don’t you drop in for breakfast, it is going to be special, I say. It’s a birthday over here. We are having every bad thing in the world; waffles with ice cream and maple syrup.
(selfishly, I love to show her off, and show off my campers as well- you have to witness the magic to believe it)
She says no, she has a full day ahead.
25 years and counting
The boys were building decks all day Saturday when my friend turned to his pals to say
Shoot, I have to remember to pick up our 25th wedding anniversary gift.
The guys, all expecting to hear about diamonds and trips, fell over when he told them, with an unparalleled air of confidence and excitement
I am getting her an oversized beer cooler.
They looked at each other totally dumbfounded and said
Ok. Just let us know where we might find the body bag, you know, when she dumps you permanently, in a river or something.