"To laugh out loud embodies what it means to be alive... Rest in peace, Jerry, may you ride that mower into the sun."
"I often wonder where my husband carries all his stuff when I'm not with him and he doesn't have my purse."
"At about 2 o'clock every afternoon my husband starts fretting about being able to park for our break, which is usually at least six hours away. If he doesn't say something, I usually do."
Readers respond to the question "Would you drive if your carrier had a camera pointed at your face or the road?" Sound off yourself here.
Fast on track to make the decision already and move to Oregon for the lush scenery, Wendy Parker discovers an undead revolution in our midst.
"Everyone in Texas has bad-ass boots ... I need a pair of cowboy boots."
Wendy reflect on American pride and more as her nephew gets set to play in that oh so American of pastimes, a late fall state championship football game.
Wendy Parker on detention: "What kind of idiot arrives at a warehouse and expects people to unload their truck? (This is thinly veiled sarcasm. OK, completely unveiled sarcasm.)"
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