Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner

Looking forward to our dinner date, I waited, and waited.  Finally she arrived.

Two places were set at our table. Unfortunately she had invited a third guest, her cellphone.  From the start, the uninvited dinner guest overtook our conversation with a vibrating insistence to be heard. In disbelief I found myself watching her, watch her cellphone. Which left me to wonder;  what was I, chopped liver?  Obviously I missed that menu listing.

Rest assured the next time I plan a dinner date, I will be checking out the menu first.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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