Thursday Bag o’ Snark
Yo, scammers, I already know a hot chicks who wear glasses … they’re in my book club, they’re real … and one of them is a biker too!
Clickbait
Good lord, the scammers aren’t even trying any more. And why should they? They could post photos of used Kleenex or sidewalk cracks, ask us to “share” or “like” them to prevent cancer, and most of us would do it.
Smokin’
“Whatever I want” for Father’s Day is turning out to be so much more than I dreamed!
Looking Back, Looking Forward
What a portentous title for a blog post! Someone stop me before I start posting “top ten whatevers of 2012” or “new year’s resolutions for 2013” lists. So, no: not looking back, nor will I make promises I won’t keep. Load of bollocks, all that. What’s up today, New Year’s Eve? Later this afternoon I’ll […]
Monday Bag o’ Leftovers
We sent our Thanksgiving guests on their way with full bags and plastic containers, but we still have leftovers. Donna always says I don’t eat leftovers, but that’s not true. I do eat leftovers, especially pie, and I made sure we saved some for ourselves! I’m doing catch-up blogging this morning … i.e., leftovers … […]
Photoblogging Thanksgiving
And I’m not even going to mention the deserts: Beth’s lovely cheesecake, pumpkin pie, apple pie. Nor the appetizers: beer-boiled shrimp, cheese, olives, crackers, homemade giardiniera relish (thanks again to Beth). Let’s just say we gave thanks for country, company, friends, and family in the grand tradition. Who came to our house? Our daughter Polly, […]
Another Bag o’ Friday Happiness
Hey, I may not drink any more, but I still know what TGIF means to most Americans! And I can still dream (sob). I feel like frying some fish filets tonight: catfish, red snapper, tilapia, whatever catches my eye. Good bread and a green vegetable to serve on the side, maybe Swiss chard … something […]
Friday Cultie Bag
Just so we’re all on the same page again: cultie=cult bike=Ducati. That there is a Ducati bag I’m tempted to buy. It would go on the little rack in back. Of course I’d need a magnetic tank bag as well. Oh, wait. The cultie’s going to be Polly’s ride, not mine. Time to stop thinking […]