So here’s how I feel about the “P” word: I love/hate Pinterest. I love all the beautiful pictures; hate that I can’t possibly do/try/make/copy everything I pin. Love how it spurs my imagination; hate how it steals my hours.
Flu. If that word is heard instead of read, you might think we’re about to discuss a bird in flight, or an airplane taking you on vacation, or time passing by while you enjoy yourself immensely on that vacation. Not even close.
I came down with
I’m a pretty gigantic fan of “poking around.” Do you know how many spectacular things have happened in the name of “poking around?” No? Well, when you have an exact number, please come back and tell me. 😀 All I know is
Prior to today, my earring situation has been … maddening. That’s because I kept all my earrings (the earrings I wear most of the time, that is) in this cute little ice cream sundae dish. They looked adorable while resting in there, waiting
No more pulling my hair out looking for bobby pins!
I can’t remember where I saw this tip (I’m thinking it was on the Better Homes and Gardens site, but don’t quote me on that), but it’s been in the back of my mind for about
Up until about two weeks ago, we had TV only because my husband kept a ladder leaning against a non-working telephone pole in our front yard, atop which he had placed a very unattractive antennae. Very. Unattractive. We tried a couple of times to convince