Not so stupid questions

No recipes today—I’m still trying to get rid of the leftovers. Next week, I’ll post some easy hors d’oeuvres ideas for all those Holiday parties. Instead, I’ll post a few of stupid questions for your pondering pleasure. I take no credit for the following—these not so...

Hubby Goes to Starbucks

Hubby at Starbucks! When Hubby runs errands  on the weekends I usually send him for a Starbucks. Now, Hubby is a macho guy—he buys his morning cup of joe at 7-11 before going to the office. Scalding hot. Gigantor-sized. No-frills. No cream. No sugar. Strong! Robust!...

Pompous job titles

At a fabulous party the other day, a good looking someone claimed he was a “warranty analyst” when I asked what he did for a living. “What’s that?” I inquired seeking clarification. The person hemmed and hawed; I remained clueless. Customer service,...

Why I love to write

Writing my novel—whether its throwing a rough draft down on paper or fine-tuning a paragraph–is one of the most enjoyable activities I know. The crazier my life becomes, the more worries swirling around the room, the more enticing to dive into a world of my...
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