Saith the dad… If two male bears live in the same cave, it might be time for one to find a new cave.
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Saith the mom… It seems it is time for a cub to move out – or at least vacate the kitchen.
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Saith the cubs… *Laughter*
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Christmas Eve anticipation never seems to diminish even when I know what is under the tree. In fact, waiting to see the joy of others is much harder to wait for than seeing what surprises wait for me.
I just love Christmas, but I am the most impatient kid in the house when it comes to waiting. Forty plus years of practice has not made me more patient, and I suspect forty more will make little difference. 
It does not have to be ugly to be utilitarian.
Of course I use a passive-aggressive voice, I wouldn’t have any friends if I used an aggressive voice.
It is so blasted dry, I am afraid to fart for fear it would light a fire.
Today my husband ran 6 miles for the first time. As he has reminded me, it has taken 19 years for me to convince him to attack such a feat.
His comment at the completion of the run was, “After covering 6 miles, I have determined Nike, Suacony, Asics and Brooks are all fine, but Honda is still better.”
I don’t usually wear the ball and chain when I am at home.
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Context: the son asks, “Dad, where is your wedding ring?”
Of course the son only asked because honey dos and kid lists were being handed out at the time.
Pithy Ponderings 