I'm reading a book titled Wyoming is wild...and the kids are barbarians. It's an Erma Bombeck type book about life in Casper as seen through the writings of a local columnist.
Some the early topics have been:
A dachshund that bites (sound familiar)
Going to "meetings for women who volunteer too much" and
the story of a volunteer driver for Meals on Wheels. She was delivering a meal, slipped on the ice, broke both wrists and arms, and consequently couldn't feed herself let alone deliver food to others.
I may include more later.
Went skiing again this morning-three days in a row.