Strangely enough, it seems like we have talked about squirrels several times–like in WTDA Squirrels In The Trash Can or Being A Squirrel And Finding A Nut. I would like to start by saying, I love squirrels. I love their furry tails, I love the way they run on electrical wires, and I especially love…
What To Do About WELPING
Today we are going to briefly talk about welping, that is, using the word welp. I want to make sure you understand that we are not talking about whelping (giving birth) or whelp (a cub, puppy, young boy, or other young mammalian). We are talking about the urban slang: welp. Welp is a flagrant corruption…
What To Do About Life With Slogans
Have you ever wondered what to do about a life full of slogans? I know I have! I have often thought of life with slogans for everything. What do I mean by everything? Well if you keep your shirt on, I’ll tell you. Slogans are interesting, as a matter of fact, the very word slogan…
What To Do About About CALLING CERTAIN TYPES OF SPATULAS, SPATULAS
It just isn’t right! It is so confusing! Trying to differentiate between different spatulas can be quite the challenge. “Hand me a spatula, no, not that one, the scrapey one.” “Scrapey one?” “Yeah, the one that you use to scrape the sides of the bowl.” “Oh you mean the silicone one.” “What is silicone?” Why?…
What To Do About BEING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FOOD CHAIN OF GRAMMAR
You know it’s bad when you get your best friend, your wife’s best friend, your cousin-in-law and a high school client telling you that you need to proofread everything before you share it. My problem is that I think I am texting, typing, and talking at the same pace that I am thinking, but alas,…
What To Do About CLINGY FRIENDS
Clingy friends? You ask? What to do about them? You ask? Again with the questions, why so many questions? Hold your horses and I will tell you what to do about clingy friends. DO you know what a clingy friend is? I bet you don’t, as a matter of fact, I bet you are a…
What To Do About BABYSITTERS
Well, if you can find one, keep them locked up under the house somewhere. If we were paid a dollar for everytime we were told that “we would love to watch your kids!” and then “oh I can’t, I have something up that night”. I would be a millionaire. I have 7 people on speed…
