So on the way home from work today I stopped to fill up the car, congratulating myself for thinking of it today instead of having to stop tomorrow while we’re going from place to place in Cheesecake City. And of course my congratulations were hampered by spying a pebble on the left rear tire. And…
Category: Life in Cheesecake City
Doctor, my eyes…
“People go just where they will I never noticed them until I got this feeling that it’s later than it seems” So, I am generally – and by generally, I mean since I was 12 years old – a fan of Don Henley. However, lately – and by lately, I mean in the last few…
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???? !!!!! ?!?!?!?! Thank heavens for Facebook. And for a husband who is far, far better at empathy than his wife. (And wasn’t mad when we overslept this morning, whoops).
I love weekends
Yesterday, the dogs went to the groomer, I cleaned the living room, a bathroom and the kitchen (I never had to clean the kitchen back when we ate out more…oh well). Gene and I had a delicious sushi lunch, went to the grocery store (saved a fortune thanks to triple coupons – LOVE triple coupons)…
Hey!
Happy Five Years of Blogging to me! To celebrate, I cracked open the drafts and started posting. My drafts were equal parts half written posts that probably would have been OK if I had FINISHED them, stupid posts that should have been deleted a long time ago, and, as you see, posts where I had…
Chez LaineyD
More from the drafts. Yet another post title with no POST. I think I have it figured out – I use up the small bit of creativity I possess writing the titles and then come up empty when I actually have to write something.
And in other news…
So, I’m out of things to say. To try and drum up ideas, I went to my 50 strong list of drafts (posts that I was “working on” or that I decided were too personal and/or depressing and/or revealing to make public) and I found this post titled “And in other news…” but the post…
Go Fug Myself…
So I want a new shirt. Just something to tide me over before I can start wearing sweaters again because I’m becoming a little sick of my endless supply of Old Navy $8 t-shirts. (I know. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of them, either). Gene and I went to the mall because I…
Gene’s birthday
So, Gene’s birthday was Monday. I won’t tell you how old he is because then he’d look like a major cradle robber, being married to a 29 year old. I will just tell you he was born during Woodstock. Except not at Woodstock. (:::Pauses to consider Blanche at Woodstock::: ) (Ha ha ha). Anyway, I…
Greetings, peeps!
(Eeeew, peeps are so gross) How are you? I am fine. I am sorry for the lack of posting…unless you read the blog when I had a new post up a few days ago that I later saved again as a draft, in which case I assure you I am fine. I miss television. Yeah,…