These are short observational pieces. So, if you read them, and say, that’s it? Remember, the title explicitly said, “Bites,” not “Entrees.”
Remember when you were a kid, how excited you were to be in a photo? You enthusiastically jumped in, front and center! “Cheese!” Ah, the innocence of youth. But now that we are all older and wiser, this does NOT happen. Sure, we still smile and say “Cheese” (unless we’re lactose intolerant), but front and […]
I was in line at Costco chatting with the cashier, who appeared to be in his late 20s. He was tall, dark-haired and had a killer smile. (Just to be clear, a really good smile. Not the smile of a killer.) I checked out his ring finger. No ring. Hmmm. Now, before you say, aren’t
I stare into my pantry. On the top shelf are several large bags of flour-like substances. For some reason, I have removed the contents from the original packaging and poured them into ziplock bags. I don’t remember why I did this and now I’m left wondering what each bag might contain. Every morning, it’s a
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Yesterday, I bought a Papyrus card. So, obviously, I can’t pay my mortgage this month. Seriously, these cards are expensive. I can’t give you an exact amount because there was no price on the back. I guess these cards are “Market Price.” Like lobster. But without the butter. Anybody else hungry? Now, to be fair,
I broke my ankle last month. The exact terminology is fractured lateral malleolus. Ooh, fancy. At the moment, I’m a little hobbled (like James Caan in Misery, but with a nicer nurse.). Here is one of the highlights… “The MRI:” I had my MRI last week. After checking in, Jason, the technician, led me to
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I broke my ankle last month. The exact terminology is fractured lateral malleolus. Ooh, fancy. At the moment, I’m a little hobbled (like James Caan in Misery, but with a nicer nurse). Here is one of the highlights… “The Clot:” I had a follow-up with my doctor on Wednesday. “So, here’s the problem…” he began.
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The day after my fall, I saw my doctor. Examining my bruised and swollen ankle, he gasped, “We need to get you x-rays, and tell them you need these STAT!” My eyes grew wide. It was going to be just like on TV. Nurse, get this woman a new ankle, STAT! Ten minutes later, I
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There is no such expression as “From the Gecko.” I have used this wrongly worded phrase my entire adult life. I’d make such remarks as, “That was doomed to fail, from the gecko,” or “They seemed perfect for each other, from the gecko.” For over 30 years, I made these comments out loud, to multiple
It was about a year and a half ago, and both my daughters were home for Christmas. We were getting ready to go out for dinner and my youngest daughter, Parker, was doing something to her eyebrows. Was she coloring them? Was that a marker? Why would she do this? “This is an eyebrow pencil,”
It was May 2017 when I went there for the first time. My minivan was filled floor to ceiling with branches, leaves, and palm fronds. As I drove along the dusty dirt road, I thought, I’m doing it, I really doing it! Like a kid heading to Disneyland, I knew I was in for a thrill.