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Close encounters of the preparedness kind

Close encounters of the preparedness kind

   My husband, Marc, and I pulled into his brother’s driveway.  As he put the car in park, I turned to him and said, “I don’t want to go in there.”    “Why?  What’s wrong?”    “I am afraid to see the cat,” I replied.   Just a few days before, their beloved cat was hit by a car, broke her leg, and needed her tail amputated.  “I am afraid I will cry when I see her with no tail.  I…

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Relaxation reversal

Relaxation reversal

I love manicures, pedicures, and facials.  However, I have never had any desire to have a massage.  In fact, since I usually ask my manicurist to skip the massage when I get my nails done, I was sure that I wouldn’t enjoy a massage one bit.    A couple of friends were flying in for a long weekend.  It was one of their birthdays.   We wanted to surprise the birthday girl with something special to celebrate.  We decided to hit…

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Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

The other day, at work, I was meeting with a vendor who over time has become more of a friend to me.  As we worked, we started chatting about multi-tasking, smart phones, and how we are both constantly connected. “I am the worst,” she said.  “I am constantly on my phone emailing when I drive.”  I scolded her, since that is one of my biggest pet peeves.   A few days later, I emailed her a few questions so that…

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Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?

Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?

The only way to get to my house, from the main road, is to drive down very short one way streets. These streets are approximately four houses long, and have stop signs at the end of them. On the street closest to my house lives a family with several children. Although each street has a town erected “drive slow” sign at the start of the block, this family added two more florescent yellow signs, with bright red flags, also saying…

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Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?

Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?

The only way to get to my house, from the main road, is to drive down very short one way streets. These streets are approximately four houses long, and have stop signs at the end of them. On the street closest to my house lives a family with several children. Although each street has a town erected “drive slow” sign at the start of the block, this family added two more florescent yellow signs, with bright red flags, also saying…

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