A word to the wiser than us. Do not begin a house project involving demolition . . . at ten o’clock at night. I really don’t want to go back down to that kitchen. Ever. —– Last leg of The Cornfields trip, here we go. So we arrived at our hotel somewhat late on Thursday […]
It always seems to be at this point of a trip recap that I start to question WHY I’m bothering . . . it takes me too long to roll these things out, and the material isn’t even all that interesting. Still, I want to be able to remember it, so let us persevere. —– […]
Knobby always loves to talk about my big red suitcase. When we look at cars, he’ll ALWAYS tell people that I have this gigantic red suitcase that he HAS to be able to fit into the car somehow. The Big Red Suitcase is always his go-to topic. And yes, I am the first to tell […]
It’s the Eve of Thanksgiving. It’s cold, it’s snowing, my patio, stairs, and ramp are an ice rink. (I forgot to retrieve last year’s salt from the detached garage beforehand. Way to be prepared, Pixy.) The wind is whirling and wailing. I’m about to put the heavy duty flannel sheets on the bed. Love it. […]
For some reason I am finding this very humorous: Today, Knobby got to pal around a bit with a visitor who we shall say is something of a YouTube celebrity. What did he do? He showed her pictures of Little Bear. Classic Knobby. So funny.
The naivete at play here is absolutely staggering.
There I was, this afternoon . . . Minding my own business, taking a shower . . . Composing a zingy little blog in my head. (Because that’s where all the good dialogues happen, you know . . . in the shower. Far away from a pen or any other sort of recording device. Oh […]
I woke up hungry today. It was, I suppose, a precursor to the next three months. But for me, today, after months of either no interest in food, or revulsion over it, wanting food was bizarre. Yes, I woke up a full hour earlier than my 10:30 alarm . . . laid in bed wondering […]
Let’s just say . . . hypothetically . . . That when your husband goes off gallivanting on some long weekend to which you are NOT included . . . And he returns having made a sizable purchase about which you were NOT informed before, during, or directly after . . . I think that […]
This quote sums up how I view anyone who is light-headed enough to be supportive of this blight called obamacare: Meet Cindy Vinson, a 60 year old retired teacher living in San Jose, who proudly proclaims that she voted for Jughead not once, but TWICE. (Picture and caption snipped from the article.) Cindy here recently […]