Grand Slam Communication
The Grown Son and his Roommate were hanging out at my house.
Me (to Grown Son): Pick up after yourself – you’ve left a debris trail all over the house! 19 more words
23 hours, 32 minutes ago
I went all summer without any bug bites.
The bugs have suddenly realized that they need to catch up.
There was a party on my left ankle last night. 92 more words
2 days, 20 hours ago
I cut my finger slicing vegetables.
It was a tiny cut.
But it hurt because it was the on the tip with all the nerve endings. 64 more words
3 days, 21 hours ago
Recently I gave some sage advice about NOT putting plastic dishes on the hot stove.
Apparently the Grown Son didn’t heed my advice.
I found a kind-of melted, disfigured plastic dish in the kitchen. 48 more words
5 days, 14 hours ago
Bob always mows the lawn himself.
While we were on vacation, he hired a guy to take care of it.
Apparently the gardener never showed up. 90 more words
6 days, 22 hours ago
My California vacation is over.
Goodbye perfect weather.
Goodbye Baja style Mexican food.
I’m sad to go.
I’ll be back soon.
1 week ago
Just dive in.
I know, the Pacific Ocean is freezing.
But if you dive right in,
you only have to scream once.
Once you’re done screaming, 49 more words
1 week, 6 days ago