Turns out last weekend wasn’t so much about hiding eggs. Well, at least not Easter eggs. It came out of nowhere. I jumped in the car thinking it was a workday. Instead, we drove in another direction and they thought I’d never notice. I noticed. I knew we were going to the V-E-T. What I didn’t know was that my dreams of running away with the lab next door would come to a stop. No puppies for me. They dragged me inside. I yelled. A needle hit me and I blacked out. Before I knew it, I was awake. And my voice had lowered.
You’d think if the V-E-T could play God with my organs he could arrange vacation time. Nope. I was back at work on Monday, no problem. Women miss weeks when they have a baby. I lose the opportunity to have one of those and I don’t even get a day. But I’m not bitter. I’d forget all about it for a hot dog…ball? Did somebody just say ball? Oh my gosh, seriously, I know I heard it…
Advertising in the Great Outdoors.
In the 1920s, a company called Burma Shave — producers of brushless shaving cream — started putting signs up that delighted and educated drivers. These
October 3, 2023
