By: Mary Fran Bontempo To hear an audio version of this post, click the play arrow below. I can totally relate. Last week, my son came home to find our dog, Casey, stuffed into the overturned kitchen trash can, happily munching away on her version of culinary delicacies. Casey was so transfixed by her good fortune--ordinarily, I remove the trash can from her relentlessly determined reach--that she didn't even hear David come in. [...]
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By: Mary Fran Bontempo Okay, I’ll admit it—as a resident of life’s middle ground, I’m not exactly up on current slang or expressions used by the “young folk.” New language introduced into the vernacular was hard enough to manage before the advent of texting, but now that everything’s been reduced to a bizarre combination of letters, numbers and symbols (YOLO—You Only Live Once, RB@Ya--Right Back at You, TTYL8R—Talk To You Later), I’m clueless. [...]
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By: Mary Fran Bontempo Dave was incredulous. "What the heck happened in this kitchen? I just cleaned it all up fifteen minutes ago; it looks like a bomb went off in here!" I looked at my husband, not saying a word. "Oh," he said, "I forgot." After 32 years of marriage, we've achieved an almost telepathic ability to communicate without words. Ofttimes, a mere glance will clue Dave in as to what's going [...]
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By: Mary Fran Bontempo Well, the fool is at it again. Anthony Weiner, a.k.a. Carlos Danger, and no, I'm not making that up, has once again been caught sending pics of his, yes, weiner, over the phone to a woman not his wife. Presumably, wife Humas Abedin has seen enough of that thing to last her a lifetime. At least one would hope, although she has again been at the narcissistic lunatic's [...]
