The Makeup Rule

I think we were somewhere in Northern California. It was our annual summer vacation, and I was around 7 or 8 years old. We were in the middle of a town during the morning rush hour, and I remember looking out the window of our station wagon. The woman next to us was pretty, dressed professionally, […]

On the Loose

I don’t know what it is about something being “on the loose” that cracks me up (with the exception of a crazed lunatic or similar, naturally), but something about the phrase tickles my funny bone. I picture something or someone going rogue, going a little bit off course in the name of either thumbing their nose at convention, or […]