I know I've got a good thing going when Dave tells me four times how good it is, then adds, "These meatballs are five times better than Ikea's, and four times better than Costco's." I had no idea my husband had spent so much time analyzing meatballs, but as long as mine came out on top, I don't really care how he reached those numbers.
I know I’ve got a good thing going when Dave tells me four times how good it is, then adds, “These meatballs are five times better than Ikea’s, and four times better than Costco’s.” I had no idea my husband had spent so
I had lunch with my dear friend, Cathy Taylor, this past Tuesday. As we do so often, we met at Cristiano’s in Marysville. Usually we meet on Wednesdays, because Wednesday is Tomato Basil soup day, and Cristiano’s has the best tomato soup
I don’t know what it is about meatloaf. It seems there’s not a neutral person on earth when the word is brought up. You either get a big smiley “Mmm” or a scowl and a grunt.
We all love meatloaf at our house. It’s just
So … I’m not supposed to do anything. Anything. At least that’s what it sounded like when my doctor said, “I want you inactive until I see you again next week.” Apparently I will jeopardize my healing if I lick a stamp,
Not too much time today … I’ve got my little grandperson toddling around in front and behind me, wanting up one minute and down the next. Gage disapproves of my blogging, so whenever the chance strikes — say, when something on Sesame