Comfort Food.

Comfort Food.

Mr. How Sweet is still on the mend. He is doing great, while I on the other hand am a neurotic freak. But that’s nothing new. I was so excited when...

A PSA.

A PSA.

When in doubt, eat ice cream.

How To Stay In Love With Your Husband.

Ignore these. And this. And obviously these. But especially this. Oh, and don’t forget about this.

I’ve Always Wanted A Spice Grinder.

As I was prepping lunch today, I picked up the pepper mill to freshly grind some black pepper. And as soon as I turned it to grind, the top (bottom?) fell...

You Can Never Have Enough Of These.

You’ll see what I mean tomorrow. And then you may hate me. Or love me. I apologize in advance. But not really.

I Roasted a Chicken!

And I survived! For some reason, roasting a chicken has scared me to death. Most likely because I despise touching raw meat. But today, I conquered those fears, even if I...

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.