For the love of pumpkins
“I love you!” I shout to Mr. T, jumping into his lap and planting a noisy kiss (or seven). “Why?” he asks, …
“I love you!” I shout to Mr. T, jumping into his lap and planting a noisy kiss (or seven). “Why?” he asks, …
Blooms from a flowering pear tree, which while beautiful, smells, ahem, indecently musty. If you’re like me (and most of the people …
Let the world rejoice, it’s almost Daylight Saving time! Okay, let those of us who work between California and Arizona rejoice, at …
“So, do you know how to read anymore?” I asked Mr. T the question–only half joking–several months ago after noticing his stack …
So I have a bit of a reputation for Christmas craziness. Maybe it’s because I start thinking about Christmas in July. Or …