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This will be short and sweet. I’ve heard from a couple folks who poked some fun at Joyce Maynard’s piece about James Patterson’s MasterClass. Most of the comments ran along similar lines, using words like gullible, silly, gushing, out for a…
There was this moment yesterday where I wandered down to the basement, a place I’ve tended to avoid unless I’m cleaning out the litter box because wading through all those boxes yet to be unpacked as well as MOUNTAINS of…
Normally, you put addendums at the end of something, but I’m going to front-load mine. Short and sweet: the hubby found Timmy this morning with the other cat in the basement. Near as we can figure, Timmy decided to take…
In some ways, I think . . . where have I been? Besides with my head up my ass, I mean. Well . . . the week’s been busy, what with going through the last of the frozen stuff, baking…
Nothing too fancy this week. Sometimes, going back to basics is a good thing. Friday’s Cocktail: I chose this Three to One (as in the odds on this horse are three to one) because it was simple, doable, and I…
No cake today. The husband left early this morning for a week-long meeting, and since that means there would be NO ONE around, I did my waistline a favor 😉 Friday’s Cocktail: I’ve been primed to make a julep for…
So this entry is, in part, about skeletons. Read on; you’ll see what I mean, and no, I’m not talking about what might be lurking in a closet. First, the cocktails: In the spirit of using things up, I’ve been…
Sunday’s Cake: Actually, this title’s a bit misleading because the cake I threw together at the last second here is still cooling. So, no pictures yet. I’m not even sure the thing will work because I think I overdid the…
So this dream jerked me awake early this morning. I remember it pretty clearly: I’m in some sort of class, and there’s a guy who’s showing off some very brightly colored rugs or mats. Part of me thinks the class…
Okay, I’m back, and it’s time to get into the groove with a blog entry, right. So, here we go. Friday’s cocktail almost didn’t happen because . . . Wait, what? Oh, you want to know about the house? Well,…