No one has ever accused me of being a fanatical housekeeper. On the Good Housekeeping scale of good housekeeping, with zero being first cousin to a Collyer brother, and 10 being genetically linked to Mommy Dearest, I would fall somewhere around a 6-34. The truth is, I’m comfortable with a certain amount of clutter. And
Question: What’s the scariest thing that a wife of forty years might hear from her husband? (No, it’s not “I’m leaving you for a younger woman,” though that might be preferable to the true correct response.) Answer: “Honey, at the end of the year, I’m going to retire.” Question: What’s the scariest thing that a
I think I have figured out the afterlife. If I go to heaven I will be surrounded by wonderful delights that are no longer accessible to me here on earth. For example, for years I enjoyed eating a particular mint candy that, in addition to having just the right amount of zing, also happened to
