Pride and Prejudice paired with a couple, or three, Aperol sprtiz' makes for a perfect evening. Debates rage over which movie actually portrays the perfection of our dear Jane's words. But on this night only one offering is streaming and it calls to the tiny shred of romance in my generally black heart. And the… Continue reading Pride and Prejudices…Yours?
The Diaries…
Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
I didn't realize until Dear Goddess sent over a text. "Five years today." The pic of yellow balloons, friends and smiles signals five years ago as the final day of radiation. Where are my cancer girls? I felt your stomachs tighten. The magical mark may arrive, but there is still a whiff of terror at… Continue reading Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
Blame The Thighs…
Writing suffers in the time of Coronavirus. Unlike Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Love In The Time Of Cholera, I don't become more determined, undeterred by obstacle. I blame my thighs. Thigh growth and spread engulfs all in its path leaving little couch room for even Skittish Tabby. He looks at them, eyebrow raised, "What the… Continue reading Blame The Thighs…
Lazy Takes On A New Level…
I have been known to wrangle the remote with whatever is nearby. My first and second toe have amazing grasping ability. I turn my couch cushions every week to fool visitors into thinking there's not a permanent butt indention. Lazy has never had anything on me. My spirit animal is the sloth. If I could… Continue reading Lazy Takes On A New Level…
Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Still at home laughing at my own jokes and asking the cat what he'd like for lunch. I want to go back to work. It's not that I haven't been working--I've been working from home making the daily decision on makeup application, which in turn determines whether Zoom calls feature audio and video or just… Continue reading Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Who Put Drugs In My Bag?
Staying in continues. Closets are cleaned. Pantries are organized and desktops appear. I spy something not cleaned--the Kate Spade tote sitting upon the counter. Tackle the makeup bag: Hand sanitizer check. Mascara check. Three lipsticks check, Toothbrush check. Wipe them down with a Clorox wipe. Organize wallet. Check side pockets--more lipsticks, a tube of vaseline… Continue reading Who Put Drugs In My Bag?
Coron-Activities
Seems the virus has brought out the creative in us. Social media is ablaze with accomplishment, from jigsaw puzzles to flower arranging to mask production. Cheers to those creating new vodka drinks. You have fans. Some things we're not seeing so much? Your real hair color, that your husband is the light of your life… Continue reading Coron-Activities
Enough Now…
"Enough now." After Mark shows his cards to Juliet on Christmas Eve, he walks away saying, "Enough now." Love Actually fans know. The phrase comes to mind whenever there is wallowing, pity parties of a personal nature or too much reflection on success levels. This morning I slept until 8:43, woke up feeling very alone,… Continue reading Enough Now…
Corona Lessons…
Admit you've learned some things during this national stay-at-home exercise. You probably know more about your spouse than you thought possible, non? The sweetest of Duchess Dolls recently asked if anyone had a voodoo doll. Those living solo are faced with the dreaded self reflection given the silence. Generally, we get up before the sun,… Continue reading Corona Lessons…
The King of All Things…
Tiger King. Even those with superior Netflix skills, who believe we've seen everything, were unprepared. Lovers of documentaries? There is none better. Dolls with a love for murder mystery? Check, check and check. Even Oldest Chicken, who believes nothing and takes skepticism to a new level, sent a simple text. "That chick totally fed her… Continue reading The King of All Things…
