Life in the Boomer Lane, like a lot of red-blooded, tax-fearing Americans, spends her days losing a lot of stuff. Much of this is actually misplaced, rather than lost. There is a fine, but important, distinction between the two. Here is a handy chart to know the difference: The following are items that usually get […]
May 25, 2016
For the last couple days, Life in the Boomer Lane’s carton-infested attic has been occupied not with a contractor, but with a house guest. The aforementioned houseguest is actually a dear friend, who we shall call Joyce, because that is her name. Joyce lives in Florida but makes a twice-yearly drive up to Baltimore, where […]
February 7, 2013
Mrs. Cap’n Firepants, (which might rival Dr Seuss for Most Memorable Pen Name) writes that she is “the distinguished authoress of the blog, What I Meant 2 Say.” She also writes that “she completely defied aging until about two years ago – when she acquired the infamous and extremely destructive bulldog, Wonderbutt. Now, her wrinkles outnumber the dog’s. […]
September 22, 2010
My nail lady, Tammy, who is now approaching 50, has finally officially entered the Universe of Perpetually Creative Brain Cells. Several months ago, Tammy’s husband was cleaning their house and, in the guest bedroom, he came across a pair of lacy bikini panties under the bed. They were pink, with little red hearts on them. […]
June 15, 2010
Life in the Boomer Lane is in London to celebrate the first birthday of First Grandchild. Like any besotted grandmother, she believes her grandchild walks on water (or he would, if he walked). On her last trip to London, she tried to smuggle him through Customs between France and the UK. She has decided not […]
September 22, 2017
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