Driving on the left side isn’t the problem.

I can handle the reversal of the car - it’s not a total mirror image, as the pedals are in the same place. So is the manual gear box, but this one’s automatic. However, in this particular vehicle (a hybrid Toyota Corolla), the indicator is on the right, not the left. Every minute or two … Continue reading Driving on the left side isn’t the problem.

Why do cheapo airlines use orange?

Southwest, easyJet, JetStar… what the heck? Is that like a bargain paint color as well? We took JetStar from Auckland to Wellington… that was an experience. Never flown with a 29” seat pitch before. Zowie… if you’re taller than 5’5”, I strongly recommend you find another carrier or at least pay for the exit or … Continue reading Why do cheapo airlines use orange?

Honey? I whispered. Are you awake? I have an idea…

Beloved groaned… but said “Yeah… what?” All props go to this woman. For 30 years she’s put up with this. If our roles were reversed, I’d be divorced, living in a crappy little apartment, because I would’ve dumped my ass years ago. I am what those personality tests refer to as an “activator”. My brain … Continue reading Honey? I whispered. Are you awake? I have an idea…

“Aye’ll rip ye lim from lim!” Howled the little Scottie dog.

Treble, the black lab we puppy sat a few weeks ago (I forgot I wrote this and just found it), paused during our morning walk: ‘Scuse me? Scottie, furiously pulling on his leash: Yah misrabble bas-tad, ‘ow dare ye walk on mah streeeeets Treble: hey man I didn’t mean offense Scottie: whell ye cawzed it, … Continue reading “Aye’ll rip ye lim from lim!” Howled the little Scottie dog.

“What the HELL!” I yelped. “He’s in BED with you??”

Both Beloved and the dog looked guilty. I had taken the cat out of the bedroom, growling and spitting, so she could have a break (and go potty). Treble, the visiting three year old career-changed former guide dog puppy, didn’t worry much about the cat, but MaeMae was not thrilled with an untethered dog wandering … Continue reading “What the HELL!” I yelped. “He’s in BED with you??”