Sure it’s funny now
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I’ve recently returned from a writers’ retreat and was thinking about what words of writing wisdom I could share with my Monday blog readers . . . but then I realized our highlights are NSFW. My friends do not, and I am currently not, writing mature themes. Our novels contain very little crude indecent language
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I consider myself pretty low maintenance. I get my hair cut maybe twice a year. And usually only on impulse. I decided to get a haircut Friday. Seemed like a good idea, I could use a trim, it’d been several months, and I do have the Institute to prepare for this weekend. As I was pulling into the salon
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Heard any good jokes lately? Heard any great jokes? What makes a joke great? I think it’s all about the context. Who’s telling the joke, where they’re telling the joke, why they’re telling the joke, and who they’re telling the joke to. This blog is rated D, L, S for Suggestive dialogue, Coarse language, and Sexual
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We had a very long weekend booked solid with Bunco, meetings, obligations, a baptism and an anniversary sale. Come Sunday night, Dave and I were both ready to crack open a cold beer and watch some football. Instead of “football,” we watched the Bears. Instead of settling into a relaxing evening, the Bears just dragged
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Monday! Monday! Monday! (echo, echo, echo) Welcome to my Major e-Vent! It’s been a rough couple of months… the weddings, the weather, the wellness, or lack thereof. I’ve been too busy to bitch, the grievances have been accumulating. What better place to let it all out than on a public digital forum? So here goes,
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So I cut my finger on Friday doing something I shouldn’t be doing, yard work. I had big plans for Saturday. Plans many years in the waiting. Previous scheduling conflicts seem like a better excuse than my two hours in the ER giving me three stitches, a splint, and explicit do not use, do not
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This is one of my favorite stories to tell. Now. For a long time, during and immediately after, I didn’t find the humor in it at all. My husband, however, was brought to giggles at the mere mention of it. Seriously, I kid you not. Giggles. It was spring 2003, I was in my last
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