I don’t usually write on Thursday. Thanksgiving happens on Thursday, and only once a year. I guess I can write on this one Thursday this year. I would like to thank all that read Monner’s Mumblings and a Happy Thanksgiving, from Monner and Your Daily Fiber. Those that do not read Monner’s Mumblings, I would like to wish a Happy Thanksgiving from Your Daily Fiber, only. I’m like that. I would like to give a special thanks to all those who did what was necessary to keep t
I was hoping to have very little to write about this morning. I thought I would write a quick story about Your Daily Fiber’s 10th anniversary sale day and customer appreciation party. I thought I would thank everyone that stopped by. What the (construction language) was I thinking? Oh, we did have a great 10th anniversary sale and customer appreciation party. I would like to thank everyone stopped by and took advantage of the day. A quick backstory about the singer. He w
I'm sure if you read last week, you are wondering about Girl Twin’s eye. As you can probably imagine, it was horrible. She had to cancel a sleep over at a friend’s house. She did her best to convince Elaine and I that she “would be all right.” Elaine and I finally conceded that her friend could stay over at our house. That would seem to be a simple concession, but NO! I’m sure cleaning a room with the discomfort of a recent eye surgery is/was not fun. Oh well, live and
The backstory of this story will be as long as the story. Of course, it is the same story. It just took fourteen years to play out. It shouldn’t take fourteen years to tell, but it will take a while. You might want to refresh your coffee. When the twins were two years old, at a routine pediatric physical (Which turned out not to be routine at all.) First, our regular doctor did not do the physical. The doctor that did the physical had two last names. The doctor with two
Halloween is just not my favorite “holiday”. As a kid, Halloween was great. Mom would buy some fire-proof costume with a plastic mask that remained firmly attached to my head with a rubber band around the back of my head. The costume wasn't the important part. The important part was the candy. My friends and I would start the trick or treat thing as soon as the sun went down. In those days, every house on our street had candy, even the grumpy college professors’ houses.