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I am not a woman who takes food lightly. I love good food. I love to cook. I love to cook good food. When I find a recipe that is particularly delicious or easy or family friendly – or whatever – I am a happy girl. Best of all, I love how good food coupled…
Kidzilla wanted macaroni and cheese for lunch today. From a box. The kind with powder for cheese. Bleah. This is quite possibly the most disturbing meal on the planet. It has powder for cheese. Orange powder. White powder, if you get the fancy cheddar on shells variety, which is what Zilla wanted today. Either way,…
I have decided today is Lobster Tale day because I just saw this story in the headlines ten seconds ago. In addition, Fab Husband is wearing a t-shirt with a lobster on it. A large lobster. So in honor of both versions of lobster that crossed my path today, I felt compelled to share our Lobster…
Today was one of those days where there was simply too much. Too much…everything. Too much input. Too much to do, to decide, to think about. Too much expectation. Too much lack of sleep. Too many books on the “gotta read that list”, piles of “I really gotta put that away” in the house, vegetables…
Shakespeare. The Tragedy of Macbeth. Act 4, Scene 1. Setting: A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. Mew. Mew. Mew. There is a Rotten Cat staring at me. The Others are here as well. Staring. All Three Rotten Cats are here…
Running late for church on Sunday, Kidzilla and I were rushing to get ready. Fab Husband took her ahead to get her situated in the car seat. Suddenly, with panic in her voice, she hollered from the front door, “Dadda! My purse!” I hollered back, “I’ve got it,” and headed out the door behind them.…
Ever notice how when people gather in a home, they tend to end up around the kitchen or dining room table? Of course you have – and I am by far not the first person to mention it. Nor can I offer any unique insight about the reasons why this is so. You know the…
Eight and a half years of marriage (or 60-ish if you ask Fab Husband), six years in our current home…and my Husband still has no idea where we keep things. (I, on the other hand, am expected to know the precise location of every item in the house, regardless of ownership of said item.) I…
I got nothin’. That’s not true. I have fifteen thousand ideas swirling around in my head. (Think I’m kidding? I’m not.) I have dozens – maybe hundreds – of untold stories just waiting for the opportunity to be warmed by the light of the laptop screen. I even have about sixteen started drafts waiting to…
Ever have one of those days when against all odds or expectations, the day just turns out really great? Love that. Today was one of those days. Really unremarkable for any reason except that I was surprised by sweetness several times over.
