My Kingdom for a Sharpie

Favorite commercial of all time?  Probably the Staples one with the dad dancing through the aisles with his depressed children as “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” plays in the background.

 

Back to school season. New notebooks. Shiny binders. Push pins.

In packing for our beach house family reunion, the thought of office supplies did not occur to me. I was too busy loading boxes full of coffee, salt and pepper shakers, band aids and aloe. My sister-in-law arrived with forest-killing amounts of paper provisions. With 18 people using the bathrooms, you simply can’t have enough toilet paper. At one point, I considered giving everyone a lanyard so they could wear a personal roll around their necks. Continue reading

Planes, Trains, But No Automobiles

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Our photo albums are filled with pictures of family members with cars, like this one of my dad.

My sister’s first car was a peach Volaré. It had faux Corinthian leather seats and, when you turned on the a/c, white smoke puffed out of the vents. We referred to this malfunction as the “papal election”.

Do you remember your first car? Did you name it?

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What’s In Your Wallet?

When Samuel L. challenges me with that question, I feel like one of the patrons held hostage in the Pulp Fiction diner. I start to sweat and throw myself face down on the floor. He terrifies me.

Most of the time Samuel L. isn’t purring in my ear, so I ignore this question and don’t give a thought to what’s in my wallet.

Until I lost it.

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The giveaway for 2 Free Passes to the Museum at Bethel Woods ended yesterday. Congratulations to Melinda Gates!! Thank you to everyone who entered!

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Perennially Overdue

Note: The giveaway for 2 FREE passes to the Museum at Bethel Woods runs through June 25. Details are available at Rafflecopter.

Sheepishly I handed the book to the desk clerk. “It’s overdue,” I whispered. Mrs. Posillipo pushed the book back and forth across the scanner and flatly stated, “$1.70.” “But it’s 2 weeks late. And I got it a little wet.” She picked it back up and examined the exposed edges. “$1.70.” I handed over my single and some nickels and dimes and scuttled through the metal detectors.

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