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The New Three-Second Rule
My husband’s aunt was a fastidious lady. Today she’d be called a germaphobe. Each night she’d clean her kids’ toys with boric acid to make sure they were germ free and could carry nothing infectious. I’ve never been quite that way. With our kids–really, with anyone’s kids–I’ve always maintained a three-second rule. If food falls…
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Mushy Is Never A Good Sign
My first indication of something a little hinky was the bag of frozen strawberries–more mush than firm and frozen. Which was when I noticed the green fluid dripping…dripping…dripping slowly down the side of the freezer wall. Not good. I found the source of the green fluid–really bad, once frozen, now melting kale. It didn’t look…
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All You Need Is Love–And Some Stuff
Valentine’s Day is probably my least favorite holiday of the year. Not that I don’t enjoy the idea of romantic love. I do. The pressure of hearts, flowers and chocolates is a bit overwhelming. I’m part of the problem. I always forget to buy cards. (Making them is outside my comfort zone. I stopped that…
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How To Babysit A Dragon
This isn’t the beginning of a Harry Potter type of story. This isn’t fantasy. We really are babysitting a dragon. A bearded dragon, to be precise. With my oldest daughter’s family away for ten days, we became caretakers of a big lizard. A reptile that looks gruesome enough to make me flinch every time I…
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A Carrion Bird By Any Name Still Eats Road Kill
I’d been in the house too long and was feeling a bad case of the frumps. My nose had been buried in my computer. Eyes bleary. Neck aching. My brain quickly turning to quirky. Which could explain this post. It was one of those days, however, that just calls to you to come out and…
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