Scorched by the devil

devil

Make that the DIRT Devil which has turned out to be the demon of darkness at my house.. My 30 year old Kirby passed away after Thanksgiving and I was forced to purchase a replacement.

There must have been an epidemic affecting the vacuum cleaner population because the only thing Wal-mart had in stock was the darn Dirt Devil.  Today I attempted to empty the canister and the bottom fell out, spewing dust and everything it gobbled up over the last 30 days.

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Gone missing: A sense of wonder

wonder

For some time now I’ve had the sense that something important was missing. I checked and all my underwear is in place, my tires have been rotated and bills are paid up for another month. What could it be?

I changed my toothpaste, bought some bubble bath and toyed with the idea of quitting my job and moving to Nepal. But then I remembered I am retired and have no job. Does anyone know where Nepal is?

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Short by 358 black eyed peas?

PEA GREEN

New Years Day was almost a disaster but in the end it was saved by my neighbor and serial good fairy, Brenda Chambliss. .

Feeling nauseous and fluey from a stepped-up chemo injection on New Years Eve, I couldn’t face the fare I have consumed with religious fervor for six decades.  The black-eyed peas, cabbage and cornbread would have to wait.  Then, at 4 p.m. Brenda delivered a package containing all that and more.  There was baked ham and her special fruit cake made from crushed vanilla wafers right in the box.  I must get the recipe for my next book. Even fruit cake haters will love it.

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