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Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Shopping. I’ve got my pepper spray and I’m going shopping! I really need me a $2 waffle iron (even though I’m gluten free) and a $3 Barbie, which I’ll leave in the box because one day it will be worth … Continue reading
Dinner Party Talk – “Oops” for your weekend
Oops. Let’s just call it the word of the week. Fall cleanup. No, I’m not talking leaves. I’m talking political signs. They aren’t pretty. We don’t want to see you anymore. So, if your name is out there, get off … Continue reading
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Ah, November… After Snowtober, I’m expecting you, dear month, to be kind and gentle to us. I promise to spend your days finding things to be Thankful for. Hmmm, where to start? I’m going to be thankful I’m not one … Continue reading
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Exhaustion. I’m on deadline for my new book and feel like a mama pig’s teat. I’m so tired I just put shaving cream on my toothbrush. Airline security. I just flew back from the Midwest and I’ll tell you airline … Continue reading
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Don’t call me. A week into the school year and Little Jimmy’s teacher had to call his mom to tell her that Little Jimmy was misbehaving. “Wait a minute,” Mommy said. “I had Jimmy for three months and I never … Continue reading
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Short is sweet. It’s a brief one this week. I’m recovering from a hurricane… and getting ready for the last hurrah of summer! I hope your weekend is fabulous fun. Do something memorable. Labor Day off! The first Monday of … Continue reading
Dinner Party Talk – For your weekend
Next up… First, there was the earthquake. Now, we have Irene. Come on, Irene, let’s leave us out of this. As I type with one hand, I’m packing with the other. Headed for higher ground… or a Hurrication in the … Continue reading
Life 101 – Earthquake!
SO, that’s the face I make moments after I feel an earthquake. Did you feel it? What did your face look like? I had friends from South Carolina to New York’s Hudson Valley tell me they felt it. My chair … Continue reading