maybe it’s valentine’s time…
But whatever the reason, I’m getting all poetic lately. I can’t stop writing these swell little ditties. Sometimes they rhyme. […]
maybe it’s valentine’s time… Read Post »
But whatever the reason, I’m getting all poetic lately. I can’t stop writing these swell little ditties. Sometimes they rhyme. […]
maybe it’s valentine’s time… Read Post »
The house is quiet. Just the hum of the dryer and the snap of roasting potatoes in olive oil. Kids
(If you’re lactose intolerant, please don’t even read this post. It will make you so, so sad.) So the Boy
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I remember, too. And there are four of them, right? And I like them all in the same place at
Remember how I like my Kids? Read Post »
Almost. But it is just a little too embarrassing that we have nearly made it to noon and my list
I almost showed you my list. Read Post »
In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m here to remind you that it’s November. For many, many writers, this is the
It’s all just Nonsense. No, really. Read Post »
I was talking to Husband about the foods that I’d really hate to live without. Because I get that end-of-days,
I get rather a lot of comments on my blog that you don’t see. More than the kind you do
I shouldn’t have deleted it. Read Post »
* I know what is for dinner for the next 5 days. * I had loads of email this morning.
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That’s how long 3 loaves of bread last in my house. Yesterday morning, before I left for my stint as