I've watched the Mrs. clean the floors a couple of times over the years. I love a good old-fashioned floor washing day. It's not a job that the Mrs. appears to love doing. She does like it when it is done, though. Especially when the weather is nice so she can head outside to sit… Continue reading On top of the world – a mop, a cat, and a martini
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
I’m lucky my Mr. cooks 4-course meals
I can't imagine a luckier gal than myself when it comes to having married a great cook. He's like a magic shamrock in the kitchen. I'm green with envy as he orchestrates his favorite specialty type of cooking. Not only am I lucky, but our kids are lucky, too. They have fallen in love with… Continue reading I’m lucky my Mr. cooks 4-course meals
The pedals of joy in empty-nest parenting
I've been reflective all week, especially about my role in empty nest parenting. I've wondered if I'll ever get used to our kids not being around. Or will I always miss their younger days when I'd see them every morning, afternoon, and evening? Even if I remind myself it wasn't our goal in parenting to… Continue reading The pedals of joy in empty-nest parenting
How my little black book helps me write
I have this adorable little black book. You thought I was going to say dress, didn't you? You got a creeper thing going on, wanting to see me all decked out in a well fitted black dinner dress, with high heels, and a delicate white pearl necklace? You want to see how I looked the… Continue reading How my little black book helps me write
Go ahead, admit it, he was right
Upon rising this morning, to the noise of the cats reminding me I was late to feeding time, I'm trying to grasp the fact that the damn groundhog appears to be right. He crawled out of that hole in the ground and saw his shadow on February 2. 6 weeks later, snow will finish melting,… Continue reading Go ahead, admit it, he was right
A cougar, bobcat, or loch ness monster sighting
As I mentioned before, my nose knows things. Last Friday was the last time I've been allowed to go outside alone in our front yard. This is serious stuff. Any dog will tell you, going for walks outside is important. And when my freedom to dash-out-the-front-door-without-the-leash moments stop, it's puzzling. I have an important job… Continue reading A cougar, bobcat, or loch ness monster sighting