I love gifts that have a secret meaning. I’m just passive aggressive that way. For example: I HATE biscuits and gravy. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

I subscribe to a few recipe email sites.  They send me recipes, I look at them, and if I think they look yummy and/or worth the time and effort, I type them into my (unreasonably large) recipe database. What you don’t want to see as an e-mail header – SOUTHERN SURPRISE SOUP Um.  So now,…

Me and my dear hubby are watching TV and as usual, during the commercials, we have the sound off. Suddenly on the screen I see an ad for a product that is clearly meant just for me. Aveeno Calm + Restore I don’t know about the state of my skin, but I’m thinking I need…

When we bought this house, it came with two accoutrement – a huge bear carved out of a tree stump and a heavy-as-fuck cement Dalmatian on the front porch (yup, the Beverly Hillbillies had a ce-ment pond; I got me a ce-ment dog). Since the bear (happily not part of the blow-me-bears that the previous…

Okay.  I do apologize, but it feels like I needed to catch my breath there.  Breath caught (at least for now). How are my Cali peeps doing?  Everybody staying safe and dry?  Yikes y’all.  One reason I moved was because of the never ending droughts.  Guess that’s not so much an issue for now, huh? …