Writing Workshop: Worst Meal Ever
Today, I was horrified by inspired by Kitchen Witch’s story about Shipwreck Casserole – I have never heard of such a thing. Her story immediately brought to mind some of my least favorite childhood meals. So I decided to join MamaKat’s Writing Workshop this week and play along…
Know What Really Bugs Me?
I hate bugs. A lot. Actually, it’s more accurate to say that I am terrified of bugs, therefore I hate bugs. I can’t explain it (guess where they get the term “irrational fear”). I cannot recall any particular bug ever doing anything unspeakable to me, other than a mosquito bite or a bee sting. But I…
My Bad Day Monday
Monday was kind of a bad day. Although after sitting here for a while with a cup of hot homemade soup, poking around the headlines and getting a few reminders that there are far worse things in other people’s lives than I had to deal with. Everything in perspective. Forgive me for sounding like the proverbial…
He Cooks! – Mac & Cheese Edition
Kidzilla wanted macaroni and cheese for lunch today. From a box. The kind with powder for cheese. Bleah. This is quite possibly the most disturbing meal on the planet. It has powder for cheese. Orange powder. White powder, if you get the fancy cheddar on shells variety, which is what Zilla wanted today. Either way,…
A Lobster Tale
I have decided today is Lobster Tale day because I just saw this story in the headlines ten seconds ago. In addition, Fab Husband is wearing a t-shirt with a lobster on it. A large lobster. So in honor of both versions of lobster that crossed my path today, I felt compelled to share our Lobster…
The Tragedy of Three Rotten Cats
Shakespeare. The Tragedy of Macbeth. Act 4, Scene 1. Setting: A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. Mew. Mew. Mew. There is a Rotten Cat staring at me. The Others are here as well. Staring. All Three Rotten Cats are here…
Unexpected Joys
Running late for church on Sunday, Kidzilla and I were rushing to get ready. Fab Husband took her ahead to get her situated in the car seat. Suddenly, with panic in her voice, she hollered from the front door, “Dadda! My purse!” I hollered back, “I’ve got it,” and headed out the door behind them.…
Where Does This Go?
Eight and a half years of marriage (or 60-ish if you ask Fab Husband), six years in our current home…and my Husband still has no idea where we keep things. (I, on the other hand, am expected to know the precise location of every item in the house, regardless of ownership of said item.) I…
He Cooks! – Red Meat Edition
This is what we had for dinner Tuesday night: That lovely piece of steak was grilled to perfection by my Husband, the resident Grill Master. And the perfectly grilled corn on the cob. He even prepared the marinade for the steak on his own. I was relegated to bean prep. He may not be terribly adept in…
How a Self-Proclaimed Cat Hater Ends Up Living with Three Rotten Cats
As I write this, my Fabulous Husband is finishing up some vacuuming…to rid our home of this week’s allotment of cat hair! This is part of why he is fabulous. A) I haven’t touched a vacuum cleaner since we got married (HATE vacuuming more than cleaning toilets) and B) he is in charge of all…