“Her makeshift bookmark fluttered to the floor — and along with it my breaking heart.”

The Permanent Maternal Record
Or: Life (and death) as we know it

Little Sister writes: “A scrap torn from a newspaper marked the spot, just two chapters in, where she’d stopped reading. Continue reading ““Her makeshift bookmark fluttered to the floor — and along with it my breaking heart.””

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“You boys need to come over to the house and see my dandy scalps! They’re bee-YOO-ti-ful.”

The Perm’nent P’tern’l Record

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “My dad took pride in being a carpenter, and when he built his dream home, he went all out, adding every feature he had ever desired. It was a seven-year work-in-progress, and the living room and the kitchen were the first rooms finished. He paneled the living room in butternut and the kitchen in knotty cedar. He bought a scalloping tool and created some attractive scallop designs for the crown molding in each room. He was pleased with the result — and Dad was right: It was ‘bee-YOO-ti-ful.’

“He boasted to his pals about the ‘dandy scalps’ he had hanging in his newly paneled rooms. (Our dad talked fast, shedding syllables along the way.) He invited them to ‘Come on over and I’ll give you a tour,’ and come they did almost every Saturday morning.

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Have sandals, make music!

The Permanent Grandsonsly Record

Vertically Challenged: “Love this little video!

 

“Three of our grandsons were on vacation this week: Tanner, George and Aiden — these boys LOVE to make music, wherever they are and with whatever they have on hand . . . or foot!”

Now & Then

Tim Torkildson takes us back: “Subject: Escaping demographics.

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Don’t tease your wife about her verse. She might get the last laugh . . . or worse!

 

The great comebacks

Sally, the cleaning lady of Shoreview: “The sister of Sally, the cleaning lady of Shoreview was teased by her husband about the poetry she wrote, so she dedicated her next one to him”:

“Ode to a Turkey

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You’ve killed the lawn just before the wedding. What’s a father of the bride to do?

Not exactly what he had in mind

Al B of Hartland reports: “A friend from Hayward was sprucing up his palatial estate before his daughter’s wedding, which was to be held at the family home. He was scurrying about like a sack of squirrels.

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Does your garden always have room for more flowers? Maybe not!

Life as we know it

Sharon of Roseville: “There are some truths in life that are indisputable:

“You can never have too many books, ever.

“And your garden always has room for more flowers.

“Yesterday I learned that there is a fine line past which you reach the tipping point. Continue reading “Does your garden always have room for more flowers? Maybe not!”

The first-wave Baby Boomers always bring three things to a party: (1) themselves, (2) their ailments, and (3) . . . ?

Know thy classmates! Know thyself!
Culminating in: The great comebacks

DebK of Rosemount reports: “These days, I’m hardly ever the youngest one in a crowd. But at Sunday’s gathering of Taxman’s high-school classmates, I was the (comparative) spring chicken.

“I enjoyed that status — and my role, which was to prepare the evening meal for the reunees (which isn’t a word, but should be) while Taxman and his co-host, St. Roger the Farmhand, kept folks hydrated.

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