I wrote this on day 14 of the quarantine and just found it. It’s day 14 of the quarantine. I just got home from the grocery store where I wore disposable gloves. The items I purchased are all resting in a clorox spritz for 15 minutes before I wipe them off and put them in the cupboard. I’ve washed my hands M*A*S*H style (3 separate times just to be sure) with soap and warm water while silently singing the Happy…
I had this great idea for Valentine’s Day where I was going to do an ode to my best friend and talk about all the crazy and fun things we’ve endured over the past 30 years (Jesus take the wheel). Then I went into the garage to dig out my favorite old picture of us but after 5 hours of rooting around couldn’t find it so walked back into the house covered in dirt, dust and snot from crying over…
**Let me begin by saying the picture in this post has nothing to do with the actual post, I just LOVE the picture and it’s winter so let’s just embrace and rejoice.** One morning last week I finished my morning loop around the neighborhood with a walk on the pier. When I was leaving, a pug on long leash meandered over to give me a sniff. I looked up and saw his owners sitting on a bench talking, so asked…
Are you like me? Do you fall down a rabbit hole of instagram baking pics, three hours goes by and it’s time to put on your pajamas? Do you refuse to chuck out your recipe magazines just in case you might want to try that one recipe even though you’ve had the mag for 5 years? GUILTY AS CHARGED. In my defense, I bake from my magazine stack AND even go so far as to categorize IG baking pics because…