It’s mid-March, and I’m in the middle of multiple muddles … all of which strangely begin with the letter “S” … sleep, spending, and scents. Multiple Muddles No. 1: Spending First, I completed my monthlong No Personal Spending pledge. Hooray and hurrah! I did it. More precisely, I didn’t do it. I make not one
A Newspaper Delivery Bag is NOT a Doggie Doo-Doo Bag
We’re in HOA hot water again! As you may recall, we have incurred the wrath of our neighborhood Homeowners’ Association three times. First, the HOA rejected our bid to erect a neighborhood Little Library because people “don’t read.” Then, there was the foul Battle of the Port-a-Potty and, most recently, a multi-month flare-up over our
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You’ve heard of Dry January, of course. Well, I’m no drinker, but I am a shopper, an excessive one. So, to get control of my out-of-control impulses, I’m conducting a bold experiment. For the entire month, I’m “on the wagon.” I am not buying anything I don’t truly need. In fact, I’ve made a No
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
People often say I don’t look my age. They mean it as a compliment, and I take it as such, but lately I’ve been wondering. Is it really a compliment, and why does hearing it make me so happy?
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March Muddles
Sleep, Spending and Scents
It’s mid-March, and I’m in the middle of multiple muddles … all of which strangely begin with the letter “S” … sleep, spending, and scents. Multiple Muddles No. 1: Spending First, I completed my monthlong No Personal Spending pledge. Hooray and hurrah! I did it. More precisely, I didn’t do it. I make not one
The HOA Strikes Again
A Newspaper Delivery Bag is NOT a Doggie Doo-Doo Bag
We’re in HOA hot water again! As you may recall, we have incurred the wrath of our neighborhood Homeowners’ Association three times. First, the HOA rejected our bid to erect a neighborhood Little Library because people “don’t read.” Then, there was the foul Battle of the Port-a-Potty and, most recently, a multi-month flare-up over our
No Personal Purchases Pledge
My Bold Experiment
You’ve heard of Dry January, of course. Well, I’m no drinker, but I am a shopper, an excessive one. So, to get control of my out-of-control impulses, I’m conducting a bold experiment. For the entire month, I’m “on the wagon.” I am not buying anything I don’t truly need. In fact, I’ve made a No
Valentine’s Day Conundrum
Ladies, Do You Feel My Pain?
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
You Don’t Look Your Age
Is That Really a Compliment?
People often say I don’t look my age. They mean it as a compliment, and I take it as such, but lately I’ve been wondering. Is it really a compliment, and why does hearing it make me so happy?
My Days as a Swimsuit Model are Over!
or Why I Willingly Had My Throat Cut!
Pick your title. Both are true. My days as a swimsuit model are over, and yes, I willingly had my throat cut. What in blazes am I talking about?