Jeney: Young Tender
Not to toot my own horn, but a woman I met in prison called me a “young tender.”
Not to toot my own horn, but a woman I met in prison called me a “young tender.”
I can only take the news in small doses. I watch with my fingers laced together, covering my eyes. I want to know but I’m afraid to. It’s silly. I’m silly. I’m afraid of earthquakes. Living in California, it’s a valid concern. I was here during Loma Prieta. Which was smaller than the quake in…
Last night, after putting all my kids to bed, I tucked myself into my own bed next to my deliciously foxy husband. I kissed him goodnight, grabbed all the blankets and holding them close to me, turned over and went to sleep.See, I was sane when I went to sleep. But when I woke up,…
Tonight a salesman (Jeremy) from the local phone book company came over to our house to discuss our yellow page ad. We discussed how big the ad would be and it’s design. We talked about the price and exactly what was included for such a sum. We discovered that we would be able to have…
All the kids in the class at church tonight were drawing castles. Frank was drawing snipers on top of the castles. Too much Call of Duty.
We sold our truck years ago. I immediately headed to the bank to deposit the Cashiers Check and was able to go straight to the teller window because I was the only person in the bank. The new and slightly timid teller starts the transaction but informs me that she will need to put a…
I got these two giant tubs of arts & crafts supplies from the office of my old church. They’re doing a Spring cleaning of sorts and they’re tossing or donating a bunch of stuff. It was like Christmas! Who could know what I’d unearth in the next layer of kid-friendly fare? Pom-poms, foam sticker shapes, a…