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…
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Your Tree Is Tacky…
I am offended. And you should be too. According to those in the know, Christmas trees that do not adhere to a theme are tacky. Look it up. It's all over Instagram and TikTok, and those arbiters of style know everything, right? They include the trees of our childhood sprinkled with tinsel and big-bulbed, multi-colored… Continue reading Your Tree Is Tacky…
The Girls Who Launched Hallmark Movies…
Hallmark did not create their signature small-town romance movies. You know the stories. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Girl rebounds with bad boy. Original boy becomes brooding. Girl cries in her pillow. Girl chases her dream. Girl returns to her small New England town in either Fall or Christmas time and learns to live… Continue reading The Girls Who Launched Hallmark Movies…
Tea Time…
It wouldn't be social season in The Dale without the Happily Ever After League Fairytale Tea. You know the one. The tables are dressed in various stories and lore, hats to match, with monies raised going to mothers with cancer. It's a must. The grassroots organization was started by a mom. Of course it was… Continue reading Tea Time…
The Afternoon Visit…
Women adore our alone time. Seems more and more the older we get. Nothing beats snuggling with a sweet kitten, taking in a Netflix murder, or the Bridgerton mirror scene on repeat--oh my! A gal pal and I keep trying to schedule lunch or dinner. A doctor's appointment, work, event must-dos, family obligations, and life's… Continue reading The Afternoon Visit…
Giving Away A Chicken…
The weekend featured the marriage of Baby Chicken and Southern Boy. A mix of joy, exhilaration, and festivity gave way to exhaustion and a cold. Either this mother is losing her party pants longevity or is just plain getting old. But then I am reminded that each time a cold, flu, or cancer strikes, I… Continue reading Giving Away A Chicken…
Did Someone Say Botox?…
Someone punched her Botox V-card. Result-why the hell did I wait so long? I, and my lineless forehead, are feeling kinda special, especially after waving goodbye to those nasty 11s. Since I waited sooo long to start, the forehead is not lineless but pretty close. Word is it gets better with time and frequency. Eyebrow… Continue reading Did Someone Say Botox?…
Late To The Game Again…
Late to the game? Yes. Do I care? No. Until a few weeks ago, I used TikTok only for book recs. Evidently, there are those that venture to the Tok for half-naked dancing men. There is such a thing, and it's almost as bad as being on the receiving end of the pics we keep… Continue reading Late To The Game Again…
My Esophagus Is Better Than Yours…
"You have the esophagus of a much younger woman." Well, there's a thought. Here I am, tormented by wrinkles making daily debuts, and it's my esophagus I should be showing off to the world. How does one get that designation to show on the outside? Seems radiation, the cancer gift that never stops giving, can… Continue reading My Esophagus Is Better Than Yours…
Perhaps You Need More Stevie…
Sometimes you shake your head in disbelief. And praise the stars above you were born before rap. It's the weekly dinner with the chicks. The Goddess hosts at her abode and The Other Norwegian (remember, The Norwegian's cousin?) cooks the fare. The Goddess and Sweetest G are there. So is She Who Shall Not Be… Continue reading Perhaps You Need More Stevie…
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