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Let Inga Tell You: I’m not buying what everybody’s upselling

Is it just me or is upselling reaching new heights?
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Let Inga Tell You: Electronic saboteurs? Nope — toddlers

In previous years, it was always our hope to have the company of our four preschool grandchildren over the holidays.
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Let Inga Tell You: When the dog becomes a part-time job

It was not auspicious that 11 hours into the new year in 2022, our dog blew out her right knee.
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Let Inga Tell You: Thanks to Southwest Airlines, I may never fly again

Thank you, Southwest Airlines. You have convinced me to never travel by air again.
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Let Inga Tell You: Techno-challenged? Confused? Frustrated? Check, check and check

In my perfect world, there would be no bill that could not be paid by check.
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Let Inga Tell You: A slide rule finds love at last, just in time for Christmas

Inga figured we were due for a warm and fuzzy Christmas story, so she’s republishing this column from early 2019.

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Let Inga Tell You: Memories of my days of no wine and roses die hard

Though Olof and I have been married for 27 years, I still find myself locked in the mindset of the 12 years between my two marriages when I lived a truly penurious existence.
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Let Inga Tell You: How the dead possum almost stole Thanksgiving

It was the Monday of Thanksgiving week 2015, three days before the kids and grandtots would be arriving, when my kitchen suddenly smelled like a marlin had died on the countertop.
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Let Inga Tell You: A belated book club guide for my book

One of my greatest joys in retirement is to read at least three books a week, as opposed to the two pages a year I read during my 12 years of divorced working momhood.
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Let Inga Tell You: Would you make up your mind already?

You never really know how annoying people can be until you actually live with them.
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Let Inga Tell You: The ultimate California driver’s test

Despite five decades of clean driving records, Olof and I were required to take a written test to renew our driver’s licenses, since we’re over 70.
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Let Inga Tell You: To me, crickets win over spiders, wings down

While my husband, Olof, and I have many common interests, we will be the first to admit we suffer from insect incompatibility.
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Let Inga Tell You: Hoping for a bimbo-free hereafter

Recently I’ve been writing about some heavy-duty topics. Trolls on neighborhood social media. Polio.
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Let Inga Tell You: When water bills attack

It’s never good news when your refrigerator suddenly starts sounding like a fountain.
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Let Inga Tell You: Social media trolls among us

It was the best of ideas. It was the worst of ideas.
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Let Inga Tell You: Thanks but no thanks for the no thanks

Welcome to Auntie Inga’s Curmudgeon Hour, Thank You Note edition. OK, so I’m getting old.