Not too much else can be said. Except this… This… Oh, and of course, this. I’d say our house is in order. Not bad for a Nearly Wordless Wednesday.
Category: So Not Wordless Wednesday
You, too can enjoy life past 30
Today is my birthday. And as much as I can say that many women my age choose not to admit their age, I’m proud of mine. I’m 52 years old. Not 52 years young, or 52 years better. It doesn’t need to be made into something other than what it is. Fifty-two. The year I…
In Vogue with Armpit Flaps
Once in a while, if I’m waiting in the line at the grocery store long enough, like others, I scan the covers of magazines. I glance past Gourmet, Bon Appetit, and Food & Wine, because I have those and others at home in some state of being dissected, stickered and splattered with my latest gastronomical…
Top Ten Wordless Wednesday Words
My top ten words for this Nearly Wordless Wednesday — not to be confused with Wordless Wednesday since I’m incapable of being wordless on any day of the week — are (you know, in case you were wondering, and waiting, and thinking perhaps that you, too, might feel some ridiculous remote affinity to me): mundane…
Does My Rear Look Big Like This?
The Yackstar has to be nearly twelve. I should know, but I don’t, and each time I wonder, I have to count. That wouldn’t be easy either, but the day I use is the one I met with the RTR’s principal. He was going to be in the first grade, and I was going to…
You, Too, Can Organize and Decorate with Teens
The Resident Teen Rocker turned 16 while we were in Italy last month. Other than giving him a card that had our family’s required elements of butts, farting, or both, and singing Happy Birthday as horribly as we pridefully aim to, he didn’t have a candle to blow out. Now that I think of it,…