Doesn't anybody ever say hello anymore?
Monday, April 14, 2014
Since most job searches these days are conducted on laptops, I don't think Iris has any need for concern. I'm sure all Internet usage from her network is being closely monitored by Tommy's parole officer anyway. And that parole officer is cracking up at the desperately romantic emails being sent from one HamSandwichAndMe@netzero.com.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
Iris may want to revisit the definition of the word "son." Taking advantage of parents is sort of their natural state. Our job as parents is to prepare them to be independent of us. And Wilbur was right. Iris completely blew it. How did Tommy ever survive prison without his mommy?
Labels: Iris Beedie
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Hold on to your samwiches because this whirlwind tour of Jerry's Samwich shop may make you a little bit nauseated. It's a take on the old waitress-on-rollerskates theme, but at Jerry's, the booths are on wheels and the waitresses are stationary.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
It was a sad day when the Charterstone Jukebox broke down, and it has taken the Condo Board a few years to get it repaired, but it is up an running and ready for you to enjoy. Many of the songs on the jukebox were chosen by readers, including various winners of our "Not a Real Contest" contests, and a few special donors, and such. Some real favorites are here, but if you review past interactions and think I've forgotten something, please send me a note and I will forward your feedback on to the Condo Board for review.
You'll find the Jukebox in the column on the right, and you may need to install Spotify to listen. Feel free to follow me as well.
Actually, Iris, you probably will see him later... since you decided to move into the same condominium complex as your ex-boyfriend, for whom you have clearly lost no animosity. And if I know Wilbur, he won't give up on this relationship until you're saying "I do," as long as someone else will fill in for him at work.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
I'm starting to get the idea that Wilbur and Iris aren't such a good match. Wilbur's search for a son has once again led him down an awkward path. Even if the son does cut his hair just like his daughter, I don't see a lot of good coming out of this relationship.
Mary Likes Dogs by Karen Moy.
Monday, March 31, 2014
If Wilbur pays, it's officially a date! Mission accomplished, Wilbur. Now you can concentrate on writing "Ask Wendy." And perhaps I can get back to writing this blog.
We've had a few things go down at work and I've been working several 12 hour days, six days last week... Unlike Iris, I really haven't been too worried about Tommy. And, people, it's been so liberating! It's almost as nice as getting out of prison.
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