Happy Giddy Boots

When I explain the Pandora charm bracelet, say, “So it’s a modular system.” There is no hotness like geeked-up hotness.

Of a land where Tim McGraw, Timbaland, and Tom Jones can hang out, side by side, the way they do on my iPod.

“So who won the Verizon Award?”
“Horizon.”
“Huh?”
“Horizon, not Verizon.”
“What’s a horizon?”

There’s a new book called “My Last Supper,” where 50 chefs are asked to talk about their ideal last meal. Some want caviar, some want Krispy Kremes. Most want their mom’s cooking.
I would have my grandmother’s spaghetti and meatballs.
Don’t ask me how a country mountain girl learned how to make them, but it was an [...]

“Who’s that?”
“Christie Brinkley.”
“Who’s she?”
“Mom, Christie Brinkley. The model. They just said she’s been on over 500 magazine covers. You’re probably the only person in America who doesn’t recognize her.”
“What can I say? All skinny blondes look alike to me.”

Last Thursday I turned in my letter of resignation.
It was necessary. I’m getting married and moving about an hour away.
When I started this job, I was at one of the lowest points in my life. I drove by the place, saw the “Help Wanted” sign, applied for a job I knew almost nothing about, and [...]

I’m practically ovulating over ordering a set of return address labels with my future married name and address.
Is this the adult equivalent of writing “Mrs. Rebecca Timberlake” all over my notebook?

Teen guy, pointing to the Gerald Ford commemorative stamp: Hey, is that Dr. Phil?