To jam or not to jam? For the future rock goddesses in this house, it’s not an option, but a requirement.
Eva’s first guitar in the making
Maddening Matrimony
Yeah. That’s how you do it.
Last week there was a knock on the door as I scrambled to make dinner. Two smiling AT&T sales reps plugged right through their sales pitch despite three screaming children, two barking dogs and the exasperated look on my face. Doug rolled up his sleeves, whispered “Watch this,” stepped outside with them and shut the door.
AT&T will replace Comcast as our TV, phone and Internet provider as of the first of July.
“Get your crazy ass back inside!”
These very well could’ve been my last words to my husband, who feels the need to photograph any and all wildlife that traverses through our property. My friends from the city might think our latest visitor pretty cool, until their first trip to the swing set armed with a 44 caliber rifle. Niiiiice bear.
How to become a widow-maker
Doug hired a tree service to cut down seventeen more of our trees. He claims oak trees are commonly called “widow-makers,” because their branches rot quickly, fall off and strike men dead as they go about working in their yards. I’m thinking another good way to become a widow-maker is to cut down all your wife’s trees. Just a thought.