What’s all the flap about?

SETTING: Jennie’s house, three of the four bathrooms. ISSUE: leaky toilets. How can I have three leaky, constantly running toilets all at once? I learned many years ago that leaky toilets usually mean one thing: they need a new flapper. Installing the flapper is easy as can be, but then… Read More
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It’s not too late

I know I should have given you fair warning, but I’m just now getting around to reminding you that today is National Ice Cream Day. I, of course, planned ahead and bought a pint of Haagen Dasz Reserve (I take my National Days of Observation very seriously, folks.) Instead of… Read More
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The handsome chef

Mister is all about breakfast on the weekends. Not only is it his favorite meal, but he is a great cook.  His waffles are so good that his office has requested that he make them once a week on “Waffle Wednesday”.  I’m quite partial to his Kielbasa Eggs (growing up… Read More
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Harry and friends

Like most girls growing up in the late 80’s-early 90’s I had a soft spot in my heart for Harry Connick, Jr. He was the essence of the debonair, romantic gentleman who would be coming along to sweep my off my feet any second now. But his music framed a… Read More
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He’s got crabs!

Please welcome the newest residents chez W: These are Finn’s new mini-crabs (A.K.A. Fiddler Crabs). They are a lot more interesting and easier to take care of than those lame-o hermit crabs that are popular. They like to scurry around and quarrel with each other (you could call them “crabby”,… Read More
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Home again, home again, jiggity jig

We’re back from two fun-filled weeks in the Beehive State.  And when I say fun-filled, I mean overflowing with fun every single day; up-til-1:30-every-night fun; so much fun that being home again is a complete let-down (am I the only one who thinks of breastmilk every time they hear that… Read More
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Still alive

Still on vacation. But I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about you. Some random pics: Let’s hear it for a laptop loaded with episodes of Speed Racer and Scooby Doo!  No self-respecting child would dare look away. So I’m on a ski lift, big deal. It is a… Read More
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We are the Jet Set Society

We’re off to the Motherland (A.K.A. Utah) in the morning. I may or may not blog while I’m gone. I’m up to my eyeballs in suitcases and kids clothes. The fish is already at the babysitter’s house. We’re dropping off the dog in the morning (Mister can’t quite be trusted… Read More
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Moonwalk into eternity

I haven’t liked Michael Jackson for, oh, quite a while now.  But I must pay my respects to the Great Gloved One.  He holds a special place as the first celebrity whose poster hung on my wall. I’m ever so grateful we didn’t end up together (12-year-old me thought we… Read More
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Ahhh, politicians

Well, surprise, surprise, yet another unfaithful politician. I’m beginning to think that a monogamous politician is the exception to the rule. I’m just glad his wife wasn’t sitting there with a fake-smile-of-support plastered on her face. I hate to see that. I also hate when they give a really gentle… Read More
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