Berta sometimes likes to be held so that she is laying on her back so you can rub her belly while you hold her.  She has an amazingly soft plush belly and it is a joy to rub it and receive the resultant purrs aplenty. I know in this photo she looks thoroughly pissed, but…

27 years ago today, I landed in the smelt bucket (an excellent place to land according to our cats) and married my dear husband. My (used-to-be) friend Stephen told me (okay screamed at me over the phone) that it would never last. How long before that prediction can no longer come true? I’d say that…

I know many people don’t like squirrels.  I’m not (generally) one of those people.  I think squirrels were put on this earth to amuse us humans (and taunt our cats and dogs).  Like most of our favorite animals, they are cute, fuzzy, and not a little crazy.  However, they are also fucking thieving little yard…

Yes.  I have actually been doing some cooking.  What can I say?  You can only eat so many frozen entrees, before the guilt becomes overwhelming. Actually, I ended up throwing out a bunch of stuff I had bought for recipes that I never ended up making.  But I also realized that I am now retired. …

Okay, I am actually getting this one out on the correct day – sort of. It’s after midnight, so technically, it’s really Tuesday – but you have to admit, I’m getting closer! Anyhow, Valentine’s Day is over with. So it’s time to humiliate our big cement dog with the next holiday: Mardi Gras! (And no,…

Okay, I know it’s Tuesday, but I’m really having a time getting motivated to write at all.  This is me making an effort. Yesterday (Monday), we were invited to join my sister Karon, her husband, and her husband’s mother for lunch at the Riverside (a nearby café). You betcha, I was in. My dear husband…

Today, I sent out the e-mails and retired. Yup. After 40+ years of working for (and with) attorneys, I am finally and officially off the clock – forever. Whew. It was time. So, now I am a fat old lady of leisure! Can’t wait to get my leisure on.

This morning, my dear hubby and I were on our way home from a special mid-week breakfast out, and this old lady (and yes, I know I have some nerve referring to anybody as old) in a white SUV pulls up behind me, tailgates and first chance she gets goes whipping around me and zooming…

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,…