Back in May I had identified three things that we absolutely, positively, never need to buy again. I’ve stuck to my guns and no more of these items have been accepted into my home. Obviously making a public declaration works well for controlling these kinds of things. So, when I had a minor freakout last week and had to clean… Read more »
This, my friends, is a picture of love: You are probably saying “No, Skye, that is a picture of the inside of a freezer.” You’re right! But so am I. For the first five years of my marriage to C-Man, I posted a wedding photo each year on our anniversary. (On the sixth anniversary, I was on a blogging hiatus.)… Read more »
Me: You just got killed by a cow. C-Man: A cow brain in a giant robot suit. But, basically, yes.
It’s no secret that I love shopping at Austin’s Goodwill stores. We also donate to them regularly. To me, Goodwill is the ultimate win-win. I donate and shop, they use that revenue to help people get jobs. Today Goodwill made me even happier by opening a new store less than two miles from my house! It’s at the intersection of… Read more »
Dear Seventh Generation Automatic Dishwasher Gel (Free & Clear), I’m so sorry. I wasn’t TRYING to quit you. I was just, um, experimenting? That other brand was just sitting right next to you on the shelf, and I’d never given it a try. It seemed more fair to let it have a turn. It’s not like it costs that much… Read more »
Is your message of inclusion flawed by language that’s a little too gender specific? We can totally fix that! Sighted at Bouldin Creek Coffeehouse in Austin, because where else?
Me: Oh, groceries, yay! Along with… a few bags of potato chips? C-Man: They were on sale, that is my defense. Me: That wasn’t on the list. C-Man: “Chips” was on the list. Me: So I need to be more specific? C-Man: I got you some non-barbecue ones, that is my other defense.
Sighted at Juicebox & Soup Peddler in Austin, where they apparently like things a little random.
photo by Flickr user mohdrais, under a Creative Commons license Me, searching through the smartphone box: Hey, you watched me put that little pin thing back in its bag, right, the one that pops out the sim card? C-Man: Um… no. Me: What? C-Man: I started to, and then I got bored.
The title of this post is from a song lyric my brain grabbed when I heard it on the radio a few years ago. Unlike the narrator of that song, I have never woken up with my car in the front yard, my clothes on, a cigarette burning, the smoke alarm going off, after calling someone a bunch of names… Read more »