Of Turtles and Tales and Prize Number 2

Of Turtles and Tales and Prize Number 2

So.  Here’s a secret.  I have a lot of books. There are books on the coffee table, books next to the bed, books by the bathtub, and a few left in random places like on the cellar stairs or on top of the puppy’s crate. But they are just the tip of the iceberg —…

That Sinking Feeling

That Sinking Feeling

“Would Columbus have discovered America if he’d said ‘What if I sink on the way over? What if I meet pirates? What if I never come back?’ He wouldn’t even have started.” Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator I am, in the words of my best beloved, an Eyore.  Give me good news,…

Howling Hounds, Slavering Beasts  and Prize Pick

Howling Hounds, Slavering Beasts and Prize Pick

My son and my dog are kindred spirits, separated mainly by species.  They delight in causing chaos, and have a devil-may-care glint in their eyes at the most inappropriate moments.  Like this:  I’m frantically trying to get dressed in the 30 seconds allotted on the morning schedule when my son comes whipping into the bathroom.…

A Post With Prizes!

A Post With Prizes!

So, I’m a bit new to the blogging scene.  It’s a little intimidating, to be honest, and if we were at a real party, I’d probably be hanging out by the buffet or helping out in the kitchen, trying to distract myself from a bad case of nerves by eating chocolate cupcakes or offering to…