My younger sister and her family came out for a visit early in the summer.  The weather was just getting to be hot and my older sister suggested that we all come to the community pool where her kids take lessons for a swim that afternoon.  It sounded like a great idea, especially for the kids, so we made plans to meet at the aquatic center. I couldn’t remember the last time I went swimming and had to dig through my closet to find my suit.  It was a sporty one piece I bought to swim laps at my gym some time ago, and it was smaller than I remember…

“Next” is such a little word. But those little words can add so much, in my opinion.

I just saw this truck at a red light. I didn’t get a good look at the man in the driver’s seat, but I spent the duration of the light crushing hard on the back of his head. I assume that I don’t have to explain the joke but just in case you are totally lost, it is derivative if an iconic mud flap decoration which features the silhouette of a woman who is always very cold for some reason.

This is a sarcastic exchange that I had with a boy (he’s 43 but they will always be “boys” to me) that I’ve been dating this summer. I thought it was funny and wanted to share. (If you can’t make it out, the door says “Bridal Suite.”)