Let’s face it, Pumpkins, those little creatures can’t lower their own tray, they smell and they’re lousy conversationalists. Mostly, they scream and whine and carry on. I’ve been banned from entire airlines for less. Exactly why babies get away with…
Don’t you just love all the lunar landing hoopla? It’s so…moony. And isn’t that Buzz just the silver fox? I could get busy with a man called Buzz – we’re talking serious G-force. Ya baby. Fire up the thrusters. …
It’s so good to read all the passion in your little voices, dahrlings. I truly feel it – deep in my essential self. Now my loins are girded for the next step: action. I hate to say it, Pumpkins, but…
Sometimes the universe provides a conflagration of events which defy description – yet demand our attention. Two news stories crossed through my inbox at exactly the same time-place axis. One is of historical road trip significance – the passing of…
You Have To Show United That You’re Really Not ScaredThey’re Playin’ With Your Life, This Ain’t No Truth Or DareThey’ll Kick You, Then They Beat You, Then They’ll Tell You It’s FairSo Beat It, Just Beat It Michael Jackson, with…
I never thought I’d miss a moose. But the Mounties? Well pumpkins, that’s another story. When the Canadian Tourism Commission decided there was more to Canada than massive outcroppings, committee-designed swamp critters and dashing young men in red serge, this…
Airlines can be a schizophrenic bunch, my darling pumpkins. One minute they’re at the door with flowers, chocolates and a couple of foil packets in their pockets. The next they’re getting all stroppy and threatening to cast you off like…
