Shannon Stacey

Archive for May, 2011

Groceries, cleavage and a little bit of heartburn

Yesterday, while grocery shopping, I had the dubious pleasure of standing next to a woman when her ample bosom began to ring. Then I had the even more dubious pleasure of watching her fish around in her cleavage to retrieve her phone. She wiped the sweat off the screen with her shirt and sneered at the caller ID screen before silencing the ringer and shoving it back down between her lady pillows.

If you were to ask me, I’d tell … Read More »

My guys on Mother’s Day

Working on Mom’s garden for Mother’s Day.

Next week we’ll be married eighteen years, which means together for nineteen. He’s a guy that sticks.

And you know the gardening’s getting serious when the Short Kid breaks out the hat.

My goal for today is to capture a photographic image of the elusive teenager…… Read More »

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there, and to anybody has offered a mother’s love, whether you be a grandmother, aunt, big sister or anybody else who’s made a difference in the life of a child.

Putting a Stacey spin on the breakfast in bed tradition, my husband called my cell from downstairs to tell me my coffee was ready.

That’s good enough for me, and I hope you all have a great day!… Read More »

A brief diversion

Since I’m ahead of schedule and yet spinning my wheels, I’m leaving Christmas for the day and working on something else. It has a little something to do with this:

Jack was on his third scotch, eyeing the wedding guests and idly pondering lithe brunette versus busty redhead—he’d been avoiding blondes—when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.

He thought about not answering it—everybody whose call he absolutely had to take was in the reception hall—but yapping on the phone beat

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Sorry, dude in the red Ford

Now that my son is over fifteen and a half years old, we’re supposed to be teaching him how to drive. He has no interest in this endeavor, which baffles me because I was hounding my mother to let me drive before I could see over the steering wheel. But he says he has nowhere he needs to go and, if he does get his license, I’m going to make him go to the grocery store a gazillion times to … Read More »

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