Month: February 2015

Firestarter

They say that opposites attract. I reckon they are right, given that this firestarter has been 30 years married to something of of a pyrophobe. It’s not that HH is not manly – he rakes leaves and cuts branches and lugs heavy loads like a pro. He will […]

Pillow Talk III

I am nursing a cup of tea this morning when HH scuffs across the living room. He is wearing post-shower trackies, because naturally one could die of frostbite with all heaters running full tilt, and as you all know, he refuses to wear his bathrobe. Due to its immense […]

Leadfoot Academy

I have always prided myself in being a law-abiding sort. I am one of those crazy people who reports all earnings and does not cheat on taxes. I will return to the store to pay for an item not rung up on my receipt. I will call the […]

Sunny Monday

Greetings from Mother Hen and the whole henhouse! I have a list of things to get accomplished as long as my arm today, but rather than waste all this glorious sunshine and nearly 50 degree weather slaving over a hot computer and making super boring phone calls, writing […]