While I sat in the reception area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent.
Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother's lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man's, he said, "I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller, too."
I saw a contractor's truck that offered free quotes.
So I asked for one.
He said, "To be or not to be, that is the question."
A man who apologizes when he’s wrong is called: HONEST.
A man who apologizes when he’s not sure is called: WISE.
A man who apologizes when he’s wrong is called: HUSBAND.
A long time ago, while traveling in north Africa, I fell in love with the cuisine so I bought cookbook while I was in Morocco.
When I came back to the States -- that's what we experienced travelers call America -- I made some of the recipes. The one for biscuits called for fresh thyme, but I only had an old jar of dried stuff so I used it and added a tad extra water. We chefs learn to adapt.
The biscuits turned out well; as I reminisce, I liked that old thyme Moroccan roll.