my sweets, what yummy concoctions of bustle have you whipped up for the weekend? hh and i are finally celebrating year #2 of marital bliss {albeit a bit tardy} at a local resort. for the second anniversary, it is customary to gift cotton. i’ll double dip my chip...
the last few days it’s been dance party usa around here. {behind closed doors of course…face is still a bit grizzly} all summer long i’ve been waiting to buy this song on itunes. it’s here, and the beasts and i are shimmying & hipshaking...
earlier this week hh and his pal ted, aka bert and ernie, found some rather high horses to poise atop. there, they both boasted, ad nauseum, their expertise in deciphering the varying choices of vanilla ice cream the world has to offer. i’m pretty sure i...
i’m sure there was some sort of mistake. i’m so not worthy of such an award, but, in what i suspect was copious amount of black tar heroin consumption, the divine deborah of dumbwit tellher bestowed the very generous kreativ blogger badge upon moi. to say...
brushing up on my best betty draper pose. hunky hubby has a client dinner this evening. spouses are tagging along; adding the spice to what would otherwise be a beige-bland meal. {at least in my opinion} off to get my face rosy and hair shiny…. mouth will remain...
