What the strongest Scots Have Under Their Kilts #humor #Scotland #HighlandGames
by Peri Taub (as typed by her person Barb, whose opposable thumbs might as well be useful for something besides …
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Scotland in miniature? #travel #Scotland sort-of #WordlessWednesday
How to do Scotland in a day. (Hint: start with a trip to the Isle of Aran!) Congratulations! You’ve done …
Steaming… #Ferry #Scotland #humor
Scotland’s ferry fiasco is caused by… Sailing on Sundays. Those of us who live on Scottish Islands have been complaining, …
Why a Border Collie? PLUS #BookReview TO BARK OR NOT TO BARK by @KassandraLamb #LockedRoomMystery #humor
Mothers. They take nine months growing a human under their heart, push them out a hole the size of a plum, see that they are perfect, and spend the rest of their lives trying to fix them.
Reach out and touch somebody’s hand. (Remembering Mary Smith) #Memories #Friendship
Over the pandemic and lockdown, many of us lost family and friends, a loss made even more difficult when we …
Covid was aiming for me. #humor #covid #sick
I have nothing to write about because this is day nine in which I have done ab.so.lute.ly nothing. Unless you count the moaning, of course. When sick, I am a world-class moaner. Back when my children were little, it was understood: mothers don’t get sick. They may have triple-digit temperatures, cough like the death scene in La bohème, and pop ibuprofen like M&Ms, but as our neighbors in Virginia said, mamas don’t take to the bed.
AND they have whisky! #Islay #Scotland #humor
Well, of course we came for the whisky but… And we will, I swear, do our best to taste them …
When humor fails, there’s still travel… #Hamburg (kinda) #WordlessWednesday
It’s impossible to be depressed in Hamburg because they get it. But no matter what, we get to see old …
Dear World: We tried and we failed… #feminism #fail #RoeVWade
To my daughters, granddaughters, and nieces. And to the rest of America. We tried and we failed. It’s …
To Bell or Not to Bell… #cats #killers #humor
The Stone Killers (continued) I put a small, discrete bell on each of my cats’ collars. Next morning, there were …
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