It is obvi­ous that I didn’t real­ize that I would be shar­ing my feather duvet with a 6’4,  200lb man.  I would have got­ten the King size.

There’s a scene in the movie Clue (a per­sonal favorite garbage brain movie) where this woman is scream­ing hys­ter­i­cally, uncon­trol­lably, being com­pletely irra­tional.  She is met by a quick slap in the face and abruptly stops.  Every­one looks at the smacker and his response is “I had to stop her from scream­ing.”
I’m not sure why […]

Me:  “They should make toi­let reclin­ers.”
Sher­man:  “No…they shouldn’t”
Just one of the con­ver­sa­tions that hap­pens around our house…

I’m putting this up for Sher­man.  Because he loves fonts.  Not all fonts, just good fonts.  So here’s a lit­tle font porn for him because I know he digs my num­bers on here.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144…
If you don’t know what this is you should.  It’s beauty.
And for good […]

There are these lit­tle quirks I have, these not quite phở­bias.  I often try to face them, the ones that I can.   I shower with the lights off, I walk out of the boiler room with­out look­ing back over my shoul­der, I use porta-pots.  All of these things I at one point dreaded but with […]

There are moments in which I can not hide  my roots.  I was born in Ten­nessee and raised, mostly, in Ken­tucky.
Now the Ken­tucky part of that basi­cally means I’ll laugh at you if you gripe about humid­ity, say you are “really into” col­lege bas­ket­ball, or try to talk about horse rac­ing from an ESPN point […]

I can not han­dle a shower cur­tain touch­ing me. It gives me the absolute gee­bies and I can barely func­tion. I have been known to fully open the cur­tain and just let the water splash out if there is a breeze blow­ing the cur­tain in on me and I have a ten­dancy to […]

I’ve adopted a few of my hus­bands quirks in our short mar­riage.  One of my favorites though is the wrap­ping of gifts in alu­minum foil.  Prac­ti­cal, recy­clable and almost always on hand.
Some gifts you don’t even need to use tape.  And oddly shaped pack­ages are never a prob­lem.
Not to men­tion shiny.  You gotta love shiny.

Accord­ing to Gullible.info “The aver­age sink con­tains 3.2 unwashed dishes.”
I am so above aver­age.
I won­der how many washed dishes the aver­age counter top con­tains.  I bet I’d hit that one out of the park.

I was in a Twi­light Zone of thrift store shop­ping today.  While look­ing through clothes for in the ladies sec­tion one of the work­ers putting stuff away was singing along with the radio, some top 40 pop song…I can’t remem­ber what it was.  I chuck­led and went back to search for baby girl clothes for […]