• When I say, ‘I’m going to go use the bathroom,’ my dogs hear, ‘Family meeting, assemble immediately.’

  • Happiness is hearing a mother refer to her child’s corn-dog as a ‘meat Twinkie.’

  • You don’t have to be a writer to write — after all you don’t have to be a telephone operator to operate a telephone.

  • Getting Fat-faced

    It was a burning sensation from Hell as I awoke from an exhausted sleep. I was so warm that I couldn’t climb inside my sleeping bag, so I simply rolled it out and laid down on it. The long days sun had drained me, and though terribly thirsty, I wasn’t the least bit interested in…

  • You don’t have to be crazy to be my friend — I’ll train you.

  • Realize that while we’re arguing about whether to protect our southern border or not, we’ve helped South Korea protect their border since 1953.

  • Slugs are jus’ snails that have gone through a divorce.

  • Taking Time to Write

    For the past three weeks, I’ve been battling a very minor health crisis that has knocked me back on my ‘tuck-and-roll.’ Because of this I’ve been remiss on doing any ‘real’ writing, relying on the time-tested skill of doing as little a possible while I continue to recover. It has me thinking about two things…

  • A number of airlines are offering the option of identifying one’s gender with the title of ‘Mx.’ Perhaps it stands for ‘mixed.’

  • The U.S. Navy — kinda like Uber or Lyft — but only for the Marines.