My son Mike is home for the weekend and I think we all know what that means. I’m making chicken paprikash today. Chicken paprikash is Mike’s favorite thing, his reason for living (or at least his reason for flying down to Florida on a rare four days off work, racing through the […]
The Crate Lives Again
I’m painting our crate this week. The crate is the oldest piece of furniture in our house and that includes our so-called antiques, which are just overpriced things with distressed wood that were in an antique shop when I bought them. (And I suspect the distressing part was that sleazy antique dealer with a screwdriver […]
I Had a Crush on Mark Spitz
This is going to sound unpatriotic, but I’m glad the Olympics are over. I don’t like the Olympics. I’m not into TV spectator sports to begin with and when it’s a bunch of people you’ve never heard of playing sports that are not football, well, I’d rather watch that documentary about the Mexican guy who […]
Exercising My Right to Stay Home
What is it with these Florida people? They’re constantly walking, running, riding bikes, exercising in public and having flat stomachs. My husband and I were trying to have a nice walk on the beach this morning and once again it turned into a big guilt-fest for me. I started out feeling pretty good, I’ve […]
Laughing Gas Not Required
I know I’m immature. It’s what is getting me through my 50th birthday, which is coming up in roughly, oh, I don’t know, 1,128 hours. Give or take a couple of milliseconds. Being immature gets easier as you get older. You go from being seen as irresponsible and juvenile to being quirky, eccentric and […]
The First Day of School
Yesterday was the first day of school. More shots were tossed back by otherwise homely, boring soccer moms than on any other day of the year. If you got all of your kids’ paperwork in on time, sent your child to school with matching sox, had lunch money that was in higher denominations than […]