Thirty-Seven Years Ago
It was the Opposite of a Terrible, Rotten, Horrible, No Good Day!
Thirty-seven years ago, Handsome Hubby and I said our “I do’s.”
To state the obvious, a lot has happened in the years since then. Read more
Laments About Arthritic Adventures
Devilish December Book Angst.
I Didn't Make the List, Again. Bah Humbug!
It’s the holiday season, the time when most peoples’ minds and tummies turn to shopping and food. Not me. Devilish December signals my full-blown seasonal book angst. You think I’m kidding? Read on. Read more
Happy Thanksgiving
Giving thanks.
Good health. A loving family. Lots of friends. Rewarding work. Loyal readers.
So much to feel grateful for.
From our home to yours,
Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving.
Here’s hoping you too find much to feel grateful for
as we celebrate this festive — and caloric — occasion!
Gifts I DO Want
Greed is Good ... or So I Heard
Gifts I Don’t Want
Thanks, But No Thanks
From a lip gloss labeled “Unicorn Snot” to other assorted weird what-nots, holiday gift lists are dropping like hotcakes. In response, I’ve prepared a list of eight items I definitely don’t want … and I’m pretty sure you won’t either. Take a peak and see.
Food Fights
In the Kitchen and Washington, D.C.
When did food become Public Enemy No. 1? We’re constantly in food fights with ourselves (the eternal battle for self-control) or occasionally, consciously or not, we’re subverting the diets of the ones we love. Why they’re even having food fights in our nation’s Capitol!
This week, I’ve got tales of all three. Read more
Fellow F.O.B.O. Suffers Unite!
There's a Better Way ... I Think!
I suffer from F.O.B.O. Who knew? Do you? Read more
An Epic Passing
Going Out with a Roar
Like many people of a “certain age,” Handsome Hubby scans the daily newspaper obituary notices. He signs, moans, and groans when he learns of the passing of yet another classmate or long-ago colleague. I used to roll my eyes. “How long has it been since you spoke to them or even thought of him/her?” I would say unsympathetically. But the other day, he shared the obituary of a man I had never met. It brought me to tears. The obituary detailed an epic passing — one that Handsome Hubby and I now aspire to! Read more
Liar, Liar
My Pants are on Fire!
From childhood on, we are taught not to lie. Yet, in my increasing decrepitude, I realize I increasingly lie … and that is the truth! Yes, liar, liar. My pants are on fire! Read more
Belly Button Lint and the Ig Nobel Prizes
Welcome to the Land of The Who Knew
I’ve been navel-gazing — all in the name of science, and I’ve learned a lot about belly button lint. Of course, I want to share. So, buckle up, my friends, for this first-ever Muddling through Middle Age, SCIENCE EDITION! Read more