Poor Kyle does not care for mushrooms. To say that he “does not care for mushrooms” is putting it mildly. In fact he hates them. I like mushrooms. I like cream of mushroom soup, both in casseroles and just plain. … Continue reading
Poor Kyle had to fly down from Canada to drive me back there. I guess he thought I wouldn’t actually come back. What dear? Tomorrow’s high is supposed to be freezing? Oh, that’s nice. Mesa got rain today, and hail, … Continue reading
Kyle has the shingles… …I once had the shingles. Do you know how rare it is to contract a case of shingles while under the age of 50? Very rare indeed. The odds that both Kyle and I would have … Continue reading
Kyle and I have discovered a new form of newlywed recreation!!! Don’t worry, this is rated completely G [anyone who knows me would not expect anything different]. We have started a tradition of a weekly date night…at The Auction. The … Continue reading
I would like to publicly announce that the situation on the home front is not as bad as I made it sound in my previous post. All right? Kyle and I are still married, and happily so. Yes, he’s played … Continue reading
One time I got married. That was so many days ago [73]. So much has changed since then. I’ve lost my new husband, you see. For a while I was the only thing with which he cared to spend his … Continue reading
Let me set the scene… Kitchen table, cluttered with things not “out of place” so much as “homeless.” (Things like apothecary jars and huge white bowls and 11×17 wedding photos [leftover from the reception]). A 9×13″ pan of chicken enchiladas … Continue reading