“You are a great secretary, Jodie, but I can’t give you another raise. It’s just not in the budget. This is the third time you’ve asked me in the last three months and I wish you’d give it a rest. ”
Jodie nodded and quietly walked away. That wasn’t a good sign, but at least I’d been spared another argument. It was quitting time and she’d have the night to cool off. That was the best thing. After ten years, I knew how to handle her.
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We’re totally out of rechargeable batteries, Diane. Why didn’t you buy more?”
“Because they are rechargeable, Ted. If you’d put them in the charger after using them, they would be ready the next time you need them.”
“Thanks for the advice, Ms. Sanctimonious. You can kiss your perfect location goodbye. Without a battery for the flash, we’ll have to take it outside.”
When ninety-four year old Maude Mueller, searches her medicine chest for more arthritis rub, she grabs the wrong tube. The results are magical. Pains disappear and wrinkles start to vanish. Her vision improves too. Hemorrhoid ointment?
She shares the secret with her closest friends and they hatch a plan to sell the ointment. Read more »
Hello life, goodbye Columbus
I’ve got a feelin’ that you’re gonna hear from us
You’re gonna know that we’ve taken the world by surprise
The song played continuously in her head. Donna substituted Franklin for Columbus as she watched the town disappear in her rearview mirror. Granny had loved that song. She’d dance around the kitchen as she sang. The youngest grandchildren always enjoyed the performance, but it wasn’t long before adolescent skepticism stifled that enthusiasm. Gran had never left Franklin, never taken the world by surprise. Donna had vowed that she would do more. Read more »
A tiny cabin and a week of rain were not my idea of a great vacation. The kids were growing more restless by the day. The ground was too wet for play and puddle jumping had lost its allure. Books had been read, games had been played and cookies had been baked. The adults searched their brains for some new diversion, but rainy day malaise had affected us as well. Only Katie seemed content as she perused a large catalog and made a list of the things she wanted for Christmas. I feared it would be a novel by then. She moved her hands lovingly over the pages.
“I wish I could have everything on my list now.”
The words had barely left her mouth, when a cloud of smoke billowed from the catalog. When it cleared, we saw the genie.