I Just Remembered…


There is a thing that happens around here so often, I forget to mention it to you.


I’m not really going to go into it now, either.


Annoyed reader in front of her laptop in her office

“Then what am I supposed to do?  My job?”



Well, I am, but only in passing and only because this time Husband really blew his lid, and I know how you enjoy that.


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Cereal Drama


As previously mentioned, Husband and I tried shopping together again.  I know, I swore we wouldn’t.  And we don’t, honestly, for all the reasons you already know about… but this was Costco, and if you’ve ever been then you know that it’s just not possible to do that place alone.  Sure, you walk in with a plan and you’re only going to grab bread and canned tomatoes and ground buffalo, but then the guy with the TV’s stops you and he’s not wrong—they’re huge, and the picture quality is amazing, and it wouldn’t hurt to stop and look—but you’re smarter than that so you duck down the nearest aisle and find yourself surrounded by composite flooring samples as far as the eye can see.  Where is the food?  Miles away, and you’ve still got to get past the piles of books if you want to see produce, so good luck getting out before hunger sets in.


costco alcohol section

There are worse places to be stranded.


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(More) Scenes From A Shop


Picture me, ass in the air, head and shoulders buried deep in a display of cereal boxes.  Muttering, cursing, “Give it up, you bitch… ah-hah!  Got one!”  I pass a box of Count Chocula behind me, waving it impatiently and call out, “There’s another one coming!” and barely feel the box lifted from my fingers before I tuck back in, yanking and heaving, ignoring the papercuts and the awful things happening to my hair because by God I won’t be denied.  I emerge, triumphant, and hold the last box of cocoa-y goodness aloft, turning around to face… a woman I have never seen before in my entire life.

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One 25lb Bird Later…

wiggly dessert

Seriously, what is this?


Hello gorgeous ones! Did we all have a lovely Thursday, be it thankful or otherwise? Did we stuff ourselves with far too much food, wine, and whatever that wiggly dessert thing was, because at that point everyone was too drunk to care? If so, rest assured and bloated that I’m proud of you. If not…. well, there’s always Christmas.


What’s that? You want to hear about my Thanksgiving? Of course you do!

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