I remember my mother throwing out a perfectly good sheet a few years ago.
I asked why.
“Because one of the sheets has a hole in it, so now this one doesn’t match anything,” she replied. 696 more words
As I sit here and type out my 3rd post for my brand new blog because I am, yet again, dealing with insomnia that just won’t quit, I notice that I have my laptop on my lap, my Nook by my foot, and my cell phone tucked under my leg…not to mention that I have a huge flat screen tv and a desktop computer in the same room! 451 more words
I remember the first time I saw an ATM machine.
I must have been about eleven or twelve. It was the early eighties, and I was amazed that you could just press a few buttons, and money would pop out of a slot in the wall at you. 611 more words