"Well, it must be summer. I smell smoke." And with that, our neighbor made Bubba happier than I ever have just by tossing this on...

It seems as though seeing my non-running status in print caused an immediate improvement in my meaty conditions, because I was able to go on...

As soon as we adopted Jada I couldn't wait to take her running with me. I'd had all these fantasies about how cool it would be to do...

It would seem that there is some peanut butter in my chocolate. Or chocolate in my peanut butter. Can't decide which, but there are defi...

Dear Donk , Yes, of course. Of course I finished my May InStitches project. Skidded right in at the eleventh hour to get it done in time fo...

I'm trying not to think about the IRS situation, so I'm taking stock of all the things that *are* doing what they're supposed to...

Allow me to dust off an old nugget here and say that the IRS is fucked. Oh, I know, the story has been told. But not by me. So here I am to ...

I didn't realize that I'd stopped celebrating Cinco de Mayo until someone asked me last week if I had *big* plans for the weekend....

We just moved into a new building at work. Not all that exciting, I agree. Especially since it involves me packing my stuff into carefully s...

Dear Donk , I'll have to ask that you to refer to my pants by their technical name, " WIDEST Leg Lounge Pants THAT ARE HUGE "...

I'll just go right out and say it, regardless of the clanging cliche, this was one of those books I was sad to finish. And, despite my d...

I definitely had The Guilt when I dragged out the sewing machine and three totes of fabric with the full intention of spending the most beau...

Approximately 5 minutes before leaving for the airport, the merits of having a new dog in the family were momentarily overshadowed by the su...

I have experienced The Draw of the Southwest and returned to tell about it. When Donk and I decided that we wanted to take a trip "som...

What? You thought all my cowboy-bashing meant I never wanted to be a cowboy? Ok, so I don't really want to *be* a cowboy. (They ride HOR...

Specifically, "...and THEN we'll get a dog." I think Bubba and I have spent the sum of our time together working toward One Th...

I refuse to be intimidated by little silhouetted cowboys, even if they *are* riding off into a woven sunset on big scary horses (I hate hors...

Thanks to your- all's suggestions/comments/gentle chiding, I'm reconsidering the merits of the Surprise Cowboys. Plus, thanks to th...

Yesterday, after two days of developing Conference Butt, I set out in search of a little retail therapy. In hindsight, a trip to the fabric ...

As a kid, Passover meant sitting for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time at the kids table with my cousins and siblings trying to get drunk by sneakin...