Except that I don’t know how to say “No, I’m busy enough already, thanks, and I would like a day to sleep in and eat carbs, please” so I will
Except that I don’t know how to say “No, I’m busy enough already, thanks, and I would like a day to sleep in and eat carbs, please” so I will
Adam and I regularly have a freezer-full of assorted grass-fed beef, recently hunted elk and amazingly tasty wild boar, thanks to the generosity of our hunting and ranching relatives. Said hunks
Our lives have been a bit on the crazy side lately, which means that I have yet to fill you in on a very important development. I CHOPPED OFF ALL
If you saw my earlier post, you now know why I’ve been MIA. I need to write about all of this because writing is a huge part of how I
I need to write more about this later, but in case you haven’t yet heard, Adam and I just got back from Texas, where we said good-bye to somebody every
I am quite possibly the world’s worst runner. That, however, does not keep me from trying, nor from GETTING PUBLISHED ABOUT IT. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHOLLAYAHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! *ahem* It’s an anthology of stories about
(Well, not live, exactly, since they happened four days ago and I’m just now getting to it. But you know. Live enough. Live for me. Something like that.) Reba is
I love BBQ. Seriously. LOVE. Anything that tastes remotely like “smoky sweet Texas” means I’m in. (It also explains why I like kissing Adam so much, ba-dum-ching!) Because of this
“Right Round” by Flo Rida – Dancing through the kitchen, baking a cake, gettin’ my pole dance on. “Chant” by Peter Bradley Adams – Sounds awesome, but I’m not sure
SCENE: Bedroom of Marital Bliss. Hubs is trying to find a satisfactory t-shirt. Hubs: (non-chalantly wads up an unsatisfactory t-shirt and stuffs it back in the drawer, then notices my