They Ate My Breakfast

My family tends to inhale food, without considering that other folks might be mentally planning to indulge themselves as well. Take muffins, for example. I’m not supposed to eat gluten, but I do anyways, upon occasion. I get hungry, dang … Continue reading

Miss Me?

Didja miss me? Didja, didja, didja? Yes, I took the last two days off blogging. Long weekend here in Canada, so my days were filled with massive housework, since Wolf was home to do all the heavy, two-handed duties, and … Continue reading

Monkey Issues

I seem to have monkey issues. Or issues involving monkeys. Something like that. See, I like monkeys. A lot. When Diva went to one of those, ‘make your own stuffed animal’ places years ago, she brought home a poster. With … Continue reading

Finder of All The Things!

I swear, in my family, that’s a title I have: Finder of ALL THE THINGS! I’m not sure how exactly it happened, but somehow, I’m the one they turn to when they misplace something. Is it an additional role I … Continue reading