There Are So Many Things Wrong Here.

The hat. The tattoo. The lack of sleeves. This morning he walked down stairs with his arms wide open and said, “I’m like Garth freaking Brooks.” I guess he’s feeling better.

Oh What a Night.

Oh What a Night.

The above title should probably read “oh what a day,” but I’ll use any excuse to throw some Jersey Boys lyrics into a post title since they’ve only been in my...

Uh Oh.

Uh Oh.

The snow is coming. I have an entire pan of gooey butter cake sitting in my kitchen. I’m...

My Perfect Smoothie Ingredients.

This morning our driveway was a solid sheet of ice. See? But instead of lacing up my skates, I thought it was the perfect morning for a smoothie. Or not. I...

Mr. How Sweet Goes To The Store… Again?!

I’ll just never learn. This time, he came back with over 12 bags of brown rice. Quite a change from his last two trips. But that’s all he came back with.

Sunday Mornings.

Sunday Mornings.

Mr. How Sweet bounds up the stairs at 7 am and starts jumping on the bed. He’s been up since 6 am because he’s getting old, and I’ve been up since...

Saturday Trader Joe’s Run!

I think I say this every time, but if it was possible for me to live in a store, it would have to be Trader Joe’s. Okay… and Sur La Table....