This represents the best I have felt all day. It's not very good. (Why do I have weird eyes in selfies? I'm not good at this.) A stomach bug came upon me last night like a lion on a wildebeest and took me DOWN. I have had saltines and warm soda today, and I am attempting some… Continue reading For the Single Ladies
Month: March 2015
I may need help.
This is an actual text conversation from this afternoon. Me: If UVA doesn't pull it together they're going to bust my bracket. Friend: I can't even believe you are telling me such things.Me: I don't know who I am anymore. I don't care about college basketball. I don't know anything about college basketball. I haven't watched a… Continue reading I may need help.
My niece asked for my mom's pecan pie recipe today. When we were going through Mom's personal things, I asked if I could have the recipes and cookbooks. I got them, on the sort-of-unspoken condition that I shared them whenever I was asked to. Which of course. So after I had breakfast and was properly… Continue reading Mom’s Spaghetti
This Is Plastic
But that has not stopped me from nearly having a coronary. Multiple times. Also it moves. Seriously. It has those wheels that you can pull back and then it will run forward. It can skitter across the floor. Just re-read that again if it wasn't horrifying enough the first time. I'm not entirely sure who… Continue reading This Is Plastic
Apparently I am about to become a grandma. I ... can't wait?