It’s time for my annual Holiday Grab Bag blog. This year’s blog spotlights cookie-scented deodorant and AI obits. Ho, ho, OH! It’s an odd, jolly jumble.
My family is generally an agreeable lot. We don’t argue. Don’t bicker. Maybe we have good communication skills, a shared outlook on life, or mutual respect. Perhaps we’re apathetic and figure there’s no point in trying to change one another’s minds. Who knows. In any case, we get along EXCEPT when it comes to cookies.
I’m not rich, but I have needs. Oh, so many needs. That’s why I’m casting a covetous eye at the latest trend of the idle (or busy) rich who hire private concierges to cater to their every desire. Yes, I’m not rich, but I dream big.
After almost 40 years, you would think I know everything about Handsome Hubby, but recently I learned otherwise. The occasion for my surprise, you learn something new, late-life revelations, was HH’s 50th law school reunion.
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In the name of beauty, women (and men) willingly go under the needle and knife for fillers and plastic surgery. And likewise for Dame Lithe, we submit for weekly injections of Ozempic and Mounjaro. But me? Well, I alas know the real Needle Way of Life! The result? I’ve become a human pincushion! It may
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Holiday Grab Bag
Cookie-Scented Deodorant and AI Obits!
It’s time for my annual Holiday Grab Bag blog. This year’s blog spotlights cookie-scented deodorant and AI obits. Ho, ho, OH! It’s an odd, jolly jumble.
Cookies Equal Chaos
Higher Math at the Kitchen Table
My family is generally an agreeable lot. We don’t argue. Don’t bicker. Maybe we have good communication skills, a shared outlook on life, or mutual respect. Perhaps we’re apathetic and figure there’s no point in trying to change one another’s minds. Who knows. In any case, we get along EXCEPT when it comes to cookies.
My Latest Obsession? Numbers
Obits and Dead Musicians ... It's a "Living."
I don’t buy lottery tickets or even have a lucky number. Yet I’m obsessed with numbers. What kind of numbers? The age which people die.
The Rich Hire Private Concierges
I'm not Rich, but I have Needs
I’m not rich, but I have needs. Oh, so many needs. That’s why I’m casting a covetous eye at the latest trend of the idle (or busy) rich who hire private concierges to cater to their every desire. Yes, I’m not rich, but I dream big.
Something New Under the Sun
Of Husbands and Law Schools
After almost 40 years, you would think I know everything about Handsome Hubby, but recently I learned otherwise. The occasion for my surprise, you learn something new, late-life revelations, was HH’s 50th law school reunion.
Help! I’ve Become a Human Pincushion
Old-Age Injectables Aren't Pretty
In the name of beauty, women (and men) willingly go under the needle and knife for fillers and plastic surgery. And likewise for Dame Lithe, we submit for weekly injections of Ozempic and Mounjaro. But me? Well, I alas know the real Needle Way of Life! The result? I’ve become a human pincushion! It may