Year: 2013
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: nine baby cheeses :
Of the millions of babies born in the United States this year, nine of the little darlings were named Cheese.¹ Not Brie or Colby, which might qualify as proper nouns in a pinch, but Cheese, a plain old common noun. A category.² Right now, they don’t mind what they’re called — heck, babies answer to…
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“There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.” — Erma Bombeck Wishing you all your heart desires.
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: for the last time, this isn’t pretty :
You need to get that idea out of your head, okay? This is winter and it arrived with the usual gifts: snow, sleet, and freezing rain, the full monty. All at the same time. It’s what they call a wintry mix at the weather bureau. And should not be confused with Chex mix, the holiday…
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: half-baked vii :
Woohoo, a holiday half-baked. Relax, it’s not a ham, you won’t get a food borne illness from reading this. You might get gift ideas or happy feet, but no upset stomach. You know, a holiday edition was bound to happen; I’m not immune to the merriment of the season. Who could be? We’re bombarded with…
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: to flee or not to flee :
Those were my options, ladies and gentlemen, not a lame reference to Hamlet’s soliloquy. I swear. You see, the fire alarm had gone off in my apartment building. That thing shrieked and wailed in a relentless high-pitched keen that went through my head like a bullet and ricocheted around my skull. Hands, which happily turned…
the whirly girl 