This is not actually MY advice. It was originally posted ALL OVER my son’s high school. He stole one sign and brought it home to post on our refrigerator, lest he forget.
SERIOUSLY??? Yes, seriously.
Wall licking was a apparently a thing.
Don’t do it, ya’ll. That way lies wall-induced ebola and, should [...]
It looked a lot like this cookie. Or this cookie's grandmother. Whatever. Click pic for recipe.
Sitting in carpool today, I decided to clean out my glove compartment. Inside, I found a little waxy paper bakery envelope containing a cookie. It was a WHOLE cookie, though some edges had crumbled.
It was a small [...]
OKAY I promise we are done with contests for a bit! NO MORE. They require all one of my organizational skill to stretch to the limit, and then the skill snaps back and pops me in the face like an angry and overworked rubber band. Exception being, of course, winner of the silliest Fox [...]
FIRST sorry sorry, I forgot to post the winners of Bridget Asher’s delightful new novel, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted.
The RNG got WEIRD this time, picking two little teeny front- numbers and then setting them next to each other to make the two digit third winning number, a pick so odd [...]
OH! Delicious pan of buttery heart disease and sugar coma! I sing to thee!
Every year the youth at our church have a dinner to raise money for their mission trips and suchlike. We make desserts, and the desserts get auctioned off at the end of the night. It’s understood that this is the [...]
Wait, did he say, “Cat?”
You know, 2010 was a wash year for me. I feel like I lost most of it to illness, surgery, recovery, and then catching up from all the work time I lost doing the first three things. And with all the lying around from being sick and surgery [...]
The pear is a candle, btw
Crazy Farm Box is intent on making me like turnips. Or at least choke those boogers down. In a previous entry I talked a lot about sex and mentioned my conundrum with turnips, so we all then talked a LOT about just only turnips in the comments, which [...]
Current photo. I am srsly displeased. PS with me is the guy I went to prom with in 1986. He showed up to my Pensacola tour date! He has weathered well, no? Of course, he didn’t just ALMOST DIE. Just saying.
This is what I said on May 8, 2009, before beginning the American [...]