Saturday morning in bed. Handsome Hubby turned to me with that warm, brown-eyed, loving look that usually signals one of two things—he wants to get frisky, or he’s hot for hotcakes and bacon. But not this weekend. The man, a constant source of surprises, said, “Baby, it’s happening in Fallon. Cantaloupe! Big time. Cantaloupe. Let’s get moving.” Read more
Pizza acrobatics, the waning popularity of greeting cards, a last name that’s 666 letters long, and my latest lament about life in Reno! It’s all a little random, a little silly, just a little this and that in the middle of a long week. Read more
In the old days, I thought dating was tough. Forget that. Try finding a reliable contractor! Read more
Well, we’ve arrived in Reno at our new house. And so, our new adventure begins in earnest.
Hooray or oy vey? Read more