I confess. I have figured out how to watch ahead on the Netflix programs Mister and I ‘watch’ together. I even taught our son Shaggy. It’s a terrible affliction, one that I am not proud of. Yet, here I am about to tell you my secrets, knowing that Mister reads my blog when the......
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Every single time I hear Sia’s song ‘The Greatest,’ I sing the lyrics that I originally heard with my expert pitch-perfect ears. They are obvious… ‘I got salmonella,’ instead of ‘I got stamina.’ Don’t tell me you didn’t think those were the lyrics originally? I can’t be the only one. The Greatest was not written......
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Guilty. I watch The Bachelor. I even watch the less-than-wonderful Bachelorette. I’d like to say I could cut cold turkey, but that would be a lie. I’d like to think I watch it to get all judgy and knock it out of my system for the year. Also a lie. I’d also like to......
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Before kids, Mister and I chose Italy as our vacation destination one year because, Italy. We found ourselves in Florence where I mistakenly believed I had mastered the Italian language in our five days of vacation. After Mister turned up a one-way street doing down, we headed to a pub to ask for directions......
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I didn’t think I would have to explain this, but apparently, not everyone in our house understands this rule with the possible exception of the dog who is very discerning about what he consumes from the floor. The five-second rule only works if the following conditions exist: Dry, clean floor. If the dry floor......
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