Author(s)

Marie Lemond

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

1-30-2020

Abstract

My husband and I have been married so long we have our own food signal system. A quick wave of the biscuit cutter means we're headed for hot, buttered, biscuit heaven. An ice cream scoop on the counter sets a course for rocky road. A little bell rung at four o'clock is a cue to grab a glass and muster for happy hour. We spent all autumn signaling. Then one morning, I got a big signal we'd better stop-I sat down to put on my shoes, and blew out the seat of my pants.

Keywords

Erma Bombeck, humor writing, Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop, University of Dayton


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