Just before Christmas, my wife and I made a bet during a discussion we were having. I should have known when we were betting about who had performed in a particular film, but I was sure… The terms of the bet were that the loser would have to be the “slave” to the other for the next two weeks. We looked up the answer, and of course, I lost. My wife was having my sister several of her friends from work and school over for a pre-Christmas party that weekend and she told me that...
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Stocking Filler
“It’ll be brilliant. A real laugh,” he’d said and I had to agree with him, though I had my reservations. My husband, God bless him, was going to go the full Monty this Christmas and dress up as Santa. “You know the boys are old enough – and savvy enough – to stay awake to try to catch him this year. But as long I’m disguised in the full regalia when the little buggers leap out of the wardrobe, the Christmas mystique’ll be preserved to the hilt. You can’t say that’s not a great idea.”...
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Darin groggily lifted his head and looked around him. “Whoa!” he said loudly. “I must have really gotten wasted at that Halloween party.” He quickly checked to make sure that his costume, a large cloth leaf, was still in place. He then lifted his head and looked at the black and orange crepe paper hanging in big loops from the ceiling of the dimly-lit bus and at all of the other costumed riders. He didn’t remember getting on this bus. The last thing that he remembered was sneaking out onto the balcony at Astra’s party...
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