Forgive me if I develop a nervous twitch every time the TV weather folks mention Tropical Storm Alberto. I wasn’t real fond of the first Alberto, which blew out of the Gulf of Mexico, then stalled over north-central Georgia, in July 1994. He left me – and most of the city of Macon – without running water for 19 days.
My niece Hunter did something last week that I would never have expected her to do. She jumped out of an airplane. Of course, she was wearing a parachute at the time, but that doesn’t make what she did any less surprising.
It has been a year since I joined a gym, and if that sounds incredulous to you, you should be in my shoes. I always figured that before I said it had been a year since I joined a gym, I’d have said I enjoyed the mushrooms I ate last night.
Hello. I’m Milly, and I’ll be writing today’s column. I know you were all expecting to hear from Mitch, the bald-headed guy who lives at my house. He says he has a lot of work to do, so I agreed to fill in. Remember, I’m a springer spaniel, not a writer. But I’ll do my best.