Apparently phone addicts get hooked on the repetitious movement of tiny images and lose control of their eyes the way a junkie loses control of her limbs.
Enjoy them as a snack, grind them into flour for cookies, or surprise your guests by sprinkling them over the green beans.
I have the insane thought, How did he do that? How does a dog move his water bowl without spilling it?
They say a dog’s nose inhales information the way people read. So when I see Moon sniffing, I figure he’s perusing the books of other dogs.
Now I don’t mind being an XLG per se. Who cares, right? But I’m 5’2″, menopause weight 140, and if I’m an XLG, what is everybody else?
Soon a girl’s menstruation party will include gift certificates for Botox along with her first tampons. You’re never too young to fear aging.
Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.