Help, I’m married to a humbug
Hers and his. Christmas in the foreground and T’s audio project to the back. Last week I wrote this sweet and naive …
Hers and his. Christmas in the foreground and T’s audio project to the back. Last week I wrote this sweet and naive …
I keep “Sleigh Ride” on my ipod all year long. I relish the arrival of red cups at Starbucks. If it were …
So the thing where I swore the Christmas tree would be down before Easter? Lies. Granted, I’ve been a little busy doing …
It was a preemptive strike, my dressing the still-up Christmas tree in paper hearts of various sizes and shades. You leave the …
Hope you had a marvelous Christmas! It’s been all things cooking, feasting, wrapping and unwrapping around these parts. And eating copious amounts …
You can formally blame Mr. T for the astounding number of close-ups you’re about to see. Mr. Man got me the macro …
Growing up, I remember Christmas taking forever to arrive. For-ev-er. I mean even Christmas eve felt like eternity. Nowadays it seems like …
Mr. T shouted out from the shower, “Your hairs are clogging the drain again!” As I applied mascara, I replied, “Congratulations!” Bewildered, …
With T-30 hours until Disneyland, I was on the phone with Disney Dining to make reservations for a “Character Breakfast” where you …
As Mr. T pulled into the garage last night, I was caught red-handed plugging in the Christmas lights. When he inquired as …