Hopefully everyone made it through the long holiday weekend relatively unscathed. I hope that your football was as good as mine (Go Coogs!) and that you didn’t blow your healthy diet too much. (Isn’t pumpkin cheesecake in the fruit and vegetable category?) Maybe you even managed to snag a real bargain or two without having to stand in a Walmart Pick Up line where the employees appeared to be extras for a Dumb and Dumbersequence and the manager was right out of central casting for Bad Bosses. Unless you stayed home and didn’t attend a big family gathering you probably even missed all of the small talk and questions from dotty old aunts. Unfortunately I came to the conclusion this year that I have slowly become more and more likely to be thought of as the sweet but far too inquisitive relation who engages in the worst form of small talk. Continue reading “Foot in Mouth Disease”
All It Takes Is A Little Love 