Let's get up close and personal as I confess to you my happy discoveries about being a blogger. When I started out, I believed famous bloggers who said it was easy to set up a blog. I heard them cheering me on as I attempted to fulfill their claims of: "It'll only take 10 minutes… Continue reading Happy discoveries about being a personal blogger
Tag: Dessy
How to make your point vanish into food
When my thoughts wander off, and I lose focus, due to all the amazing scents on the ground a light dusting of snow has to offer the world, I invite Dessy to write. Instead of me...or the Mrs. Who, by the way, seems to have vanished into thin Dry January air...or maybe it's her pile… Continue reading How to make your point vanish into food
How a king-size bed is a perfect size for a dog
If you ask me, a king size bed is just right for a dog my size. What? Really? Aren't you kind of small, compared to a king size bed? No, I'm not too small, and yes, it is perfect for me. You see I measure approximately 15" from nose to the good ol' pooper zone. … Continue reading How a king-size bed is a perfect size for a dog
A chubba cat walks into a bar and says “Sup”
Here's the sap/sep/sip/sop/sup kind of deal. I don't care for it when Copper gets all the accolades for his blog posts. So I was meowing complaining about it and said to Mrs., "Sup with that?" So she acquiesced and gave me the chance to show him up. So there. Have I got your attention yet? … Continue reading A chubba cat walks into a bar and says “Sup”
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