Short Stories

Numerous posts have warned of the need for canine solar eclipse glasses. My tongue-in-cheek reply to the ridiculousness of the idea.

Our country reached a boiling point of political friction this past week and much discussion has centered around the “many sides” involved. Most of the attention has been focused on the alt-right, but some have also discussed the actions of the alt-left. But our main stream media, as always, fails to tell us the whole…

In preparation for next week’s total solar eclipse, our government has issued safety warnings that we all need to heed. Once we stop laughing.

Mowing is a pain in the ass. My dislike for mowing began early when my father insisted I mow the lawn. I protested about the unfairness of it all, but he pointed to the food I ate, the bed I slept in and the clothes I wore. He always fought dirty like that. I would grumble about how none of my friends were forced to…

Our ancestors worried more about becoming dinner than watching what they ate. Today, exercise equipment has become our modern torture devices.

After battling mice in my grill for several years, I took desperate measures. And then I wondered about the mouse’s point of view.

Changing light bulbs should be such a simple task, but nothing is simple when progressive eyeglasses and technology intervene.

The past will haunt you in many ways, especially if you have to clean out decades of storage boxes that you haven’t opened in years.

The dreaded full name shouted by your parents. You could hear it anywhere in the neighborhood and knew that you were in long distance trouble.

Don settled into his chair, tired from the long day. Annual meetings of location managers are an evil business necessity, a mixture of informative and dull, friendly and competitive, fun and excruciating. At least the big boss had picked an excellent Chinese restaurant for the evening’s meal, a chance to relax with the team. Except…