Last night, on day 2 of Dry January, while the Hoomans were eating warm up their tummies with healthy stuff kinda soup, a blog post began to stir. It was just me, a little ol' doggie, standing there all terrified of my bowl that moves while I'm trying to eat from it off of the… Continue reading A dog’s take on Dry January and why the heck Mrs. blogs about it
Category: Adventures
How an alien helped me make it to day 2 of Dry January
January 2, 2019 - Today, you may feel a tad out of this world (crawling out of your jammies and into real clothes you bought on Black Friday) as you officially go back to work after the long holiday season - even if you do, go ahead and congratulate yourself, you're ready to experience a second chance… Continue reading How an alien helped me make it to day 2 of Dry January
Cheers to Scoping out a Dry January
Here we are, January 1, 2019. Yep. What? You wanted more than that for the 1st? Really, there's nothing that special about it. It's not like a martini with two olives that a cat will saunter over to sniff. Or an oily, gooey, cheesy, pepperoni so bad for you it hurts to not eat it… Continue reading Cheers to Scoping out a Dry January
2018 was all about capturing moments
If you're like me, and you take a lot of (tons, thousands, millions, you get it...) pictures in a year, so much so that you needed a bigger server to store them on, it's dang hard to pick just a few favorites. I thought back to how much fun I had while taking all of… Continue reading 2018 was all about capturing moments
Reflections on sappy post-Christmas tales
Every year since my mom died, setting up the Christmas tree and tearing it down brings on the blues for me. Normally, I get all sappy and weepy and moody. This year was different, though, and I've been trying to figure out why I've been so damn happy. Was it because it has been six… Continue reading Reflections on sappy post-Christmas tales
The day the cats decided the tree shall come down
On the weekends, I like to sleep in. Who am I kidding, that's a lie. Ask anyone (aka, MR.). I can't ever sleep in. You'd think it would be possible in an empty nest - with no kids to wake me, no obligations appointments things to pick up, but NO - Not with cats who… Continue reading The day the cats decided the tree shall come down