Leeuna Foster is a humor columnist, and free-lance writer from East Tennessee. Leeuna writes about everyday circumstances and the amusing habits of the human race.
Her weekly humor column appears in various newspapers across three states. She is also a reporter and staff writer for her hometown newspaper The Valley Beautiful Beacon.
Articles by Leeuna Foster
Electile Dysfunction, sometimes called "voter indecision," is the repeated inability to vote for or elect a candidate during an election. The word "indecision" may also be used to describe other problems that interfere with the normal function of the caucus or the gubernatorial, leaving the voter with a feeling of total inadequacy during an election homestretch.
Now as a dog lover myself I feel that our dogs deserve the very best treatment we can give them, but I am going to go out on a limb here and say that most dogs don't care what they look like.
If you've ever brushed your teeth in Vagisil or sprayed your hair with Raid, that's a pretty good sign that it's time to go get an eye exam.
It all started last year. Well, it actually started many years ago when I discovered that one of my favorite foods of all time is peanut butter.
I've had a few people ask why I haven't been writing any political columns or 'economic crisis' humor. I would like to take a moment to explain my reasons for not doing so.
Do we ever stop worrying about our children? Even when they grow up and leave the nest we still find it difficult to break the worry habit.
The only thing I hate more than a stinking nasty house fly is...mm...having my eye gouged out with a fondue fork.
Isn't this a wonderful world we live in? No, really I'm serious. We have so many things that are helpful to us like TV commercials for instance. Years ago, who would have believed that we could be diagnosed with a disease without even making a trip to our doctor or having any tests done.
Did the recent economic stimulus package actually help boost the economy, or did it just add to our current problems and confusion?
...On one such lovely day when the temperatures had finally climbed into the upper-sixties, I decided to shed my jeans, put on my bathing suit and start to work on my tan. Thatīs when I discovered that a horrible crime had been committed sometime during the long winter. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror I screamed like a panther.
Somebody had stolen my legs!
Just when I think there is not another rock left on the planet, Hubby finds a brand new family of them hiding in the grass like hornets. Each time I think he has mowed over and slung the last surviving rock into the next county, he discovers a new batch.