Some of us remember when Tab and Nacho Cheese Doritos were considered sustenance. And peanut M&M's. The diet saw us through college and into young adulthood. Instead of a push present, The Norwegian brought a case of chilled Tab to the hospital after Oldest Chicken's birth. Eyes filled with tears as the glass was filled… Continue reading Protein Confessions…
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Missing…
If I ever go missing, before the search, ask yourself if I went willingly. It's not out of the realm of possibility that one day I reach my limit, pack up the car and the cat, and am sitting on a beach with a margarita. There will be clues. If Skittish Tabby is missing as… Continue reading Missing…
New Year New You…
New year, new you? Why? How about the world resolves to play nicer with us? I'll go first. Lottery in the billions? We know I'm meant for exotic beaches featuring drinks with umbrellas and handsome cabana boys inquiring whether Princess needs to book a massage this afternoon. Laughing out loud while I write this, sitting… Continue reading New Year New You…
Where Have You Been?
The real answer is, at work, as always. But the underlying answer is hatching a new chicken. It's an old chicken, but still. For those not in the know, the offspring are known as chickens: Oldest, Middle, and Baby. While they were growing, I hatched another to keep me sane. The year is 1995. I… Continue reading Where Have You Been?
Days of Havisham…
The sun is scorching. Our nation is celebrating its birth. It must be Havisham Days. I thought I recognized the melancholy, the unexpected and unexplained tears, the anxiety, and the pall that shadows each year at this time. For the uninitiated, The Norwegian died on a sunny day in the woods over Independence Day weekend.… Continue reading Days of Havisham…
Hidden Opinions? Nope.
As we age, ladies feel less inclined to keep their opinions hidden. Some Dolls never kept them out of the limelight, but those of us with manners tried to keep them boxed in mixed company at least. With age, that goes out the window. We will throw down for the slightest thing. No budging. What… Continue reading Hidden Opinions? Nope.
Old Lady Style…
They're at it again. Seasons are changing and the twenty-somethings feel a burning need to tell the older ladies what to wear. Girls, we were fashionistas before you were born. You'll never catch us in the grocery in sweat pants and slippers. Our messy buns are called French Twists and we never flit about the… Continue reading Old Lady Style…
Stupid Money, Stupid Moves…
With female advancement like this, who needs Title IX? We saw recently that women with stupid money can act as foolishly as men with stupid money, non? While we're all for following your dreams, can we agree we shouldn't follow the examples of billionaires who leave their wives for bimbos and create spacesuits that exploit… Continue reading Stupid Money, Stupid Moves…
Smug Comes in All Colors…
Evidently, Sia had a baby. She named the baby Somersault. No word on how the baby feels about an acrobatic toddler move as a moniker. Yes, I can make fun. I'm smug like that. I get a rush whenever news comes across the feed, and I say, "Who the hell is that?" Especially when the… Continue reading Smug Comes in All Colors…
The Best of…Face
"Write about 'best things'," a gal pal advises. Okay, but with caveats. No outrageously expensive things. No recommendations that we have not tried. And no selling. Even with The Norwegian's money, this girl did not buy crazy expensive stuff. Blame Christian Louboutin. Admiring the glorious red bottom shoe and placing one upon your foot are… Continue reading The Best of…Face
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