To be perfectly honest I don’t recall the events leading up to my walk last Wednesday, April the 8th. I just remember I walked late and my sister was with me. Which was a little sad because I knew it would be the last time she joined me for a walk in quite some time,…
My husband was a professional calf roper for around 20 years. While he was pounding the rodeo trail across the American mid-west during the eighties I was braiding My Little Ponies tail and pretending to be John Wayne. In the early nineties he was winning belt buckles, saddles and cash whilst I was lip-syncing to…
Each year, to celebrate another 12 months of wedded bliss, my husband and I sail off for an exotic, sun-soaked vacation. We bath in the warmth of life, drink the wine of love all while white-robed, tan-skinned attendants tend to our every need. NOT! But we do make it a point each year to skip town…
I have a husband that loads the dishwasher, sometimes more than once a week! I know, I know, I shouldn’t boast. But hey, I’m a lucky girl and I know it. But. When he loads the dishwasher is looks like a random splattering of dishes, no rhyme or reason whatsoever. I can not abide this. …
The Wicked Chicken 