Bubble Bubble... Who will help me? I can't get up. I am scared. Going down for the first time. Bubble Bubble... Who will help me? Get to the top. Arms and legs flailing. Going down for the second time. Bubble Bubble... Who will help me? It's not my fault. They didn't teach me. Going down for the last time...

It is a big question for a lot of girls. On their wedding day. It is a big day so surely they will want to look their best. Whether they pick long, short, red, white, or blue, whatever covers the outside will never measure up to the inside...

Well, it's about that time we have "the chat..".not the one about the birds and bees... Aunt Elm & Uncle Poc aren't getting any younger these days... We need to start thinking about who is going to help paint those walls every year when Aunt Elm needs a new color...

I saw Bob last night. It took me a minute to realize who I was seeing partially because I couldn't believe he would be stopping by. He looked like he did toward the end of his life. He was wearing a baseball cap. I looked him up online and found the recent article about his alleged affairs through the years...

Do people put on storm windows anymore? Oh. Maybe the people who get a lot of hurricanes. The shutters go on. Close up the window. Protect the house. So it will protect the people...

Rise up through the ranks. Don't look down. Don't look back. You might realize you went in the wrong direction. Or you might realize the climb was not worth the fight. Or you might realize the climb made every step...every weary step...every uncertain step...the steps that would lead you to the gates...

Dear Italy, we have your painting. It is in the US. Please tell the Viani family. We need their help to prove it is the painting of the great A...Alberto...