A gaggle of us raised our families with Erma Bombeck, and we wore our Girl Scout socks to the grocery store with pride. We didn’t sweat family vacations when the kids packed a duffle full of comic books and no clothes. And found out life would go on when we had Angel food and no angels to feed it to. My thanks to Terri Rizvi and the folks at the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop for letting me share a moment on their blog. I should have known it would all go down the drain. . .
Come join me on the Titanic. What could it hurt? It's Monday anyway.
|Just send a plumber and tell him NOT|
to bend over!