Oh, the eternal Valentine’s Day conundrum! What to get Handsome Hubby for Valentine’s Day? After 39 years, what’s left on the “wants” list? On the “needs” list? Or on the “surprise” list?
Not framed pictures of the kids or pups. Not socks, sweats, or sneakers. And certainly not sexy boxers. Been there, boxed and bowed all that. Read more
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. Read more
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. Read more
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. Read more
Handsome Hubby and I are closing in on 40 years of wedded bliss. Hard to believe. It’s been a long time, true, but still, each day offers thrills. How do we keep it fresh and exciting? What’s our secret? Why, we play games!
In fact, we recently invented a new game. Read more
As you know, I’m a Broadway baby who not-so-mysteriously finds herself living in Reno, NV. Blame it on Handsome Hubby. I love the guy, and he loves his hometown. So, here we are. But don’t get me wrong, Reno has its “unique” cultural charms, like the annual Best in the West Nugget Rib Cook Off, which attracts 350,000 chowhounds and competitors from countries as far away as Australia and the UK. It’s a pork fest like you’ve never seen or smelled. For six days, people live high on the hog, eating and eating and eating. Read more
How about a little trash talk of the non-political kind?
I am a half-glass kind of optimist. However, I am decidedly not a half-trash-can kind of housekeeper. In fact, I am barely a one-piece-of-trash-in-a-trash-can kind of housekeeper!
You may say it’s a curse or a compulsion. I say it’s a credo — a badge of pride. I am most decidedly my mother’s daughter AND my brother’s sister. We are/were a trio of neatniks. (My father, not so much. He belonged to a different tribe. A tribe of tricksters and hooligans. More on him in a minute.) Read more
We just weathered a wildfire evacuation alert. We were warned that come morning, we’d likely need to leave our home. I prepared for the worst, loading the car with clothes, medicine, and irreplaceable photos and mementos. Thanks to the skill of firefighters, we didn’t have to leave. Still, afterward, there were consequences! I faced a choir of wildfire evacuation critics, who complained my emergency packing measures fell short of “their” expectations! Read more
Some people ponder big philosophical questions — the meaning of life, who wrote the book of love. Weighty stuff like that. Me? I’m stuck sweating the small stuff. What’s the difference between a large and a small shallot? Can I refreeze meat I’ve already taken out of the freezer? And do you have to rinse dishes before loading the dishwasher? Read more