Overstatement? Maybe. Let’s assume not. So the Quail have had icky gross unhappy coughs for a week. Perhaps I already mentioned that. A few days ago, I decided to cure them by making oliebollen, a Dutch donut hole of sorts, … Read More
He intended it humorously. I know that. And yet somehow, in our ongoing debate about whether or not we should raise a few chickens for really no other reason than that our youngest Quail taking care of chickies sounds adorable, … Read More
On occasion, I need help. Oy with your snorting. Didn’t we make a resolution about resisting the low hanging fruit? Not we? Just me? Oh. Well, it was too easy anyway. You’re better than that. Well, the vegetables have been … Read More
Fundamentally, I think bananas are a lot like toddlers that belong to other people. There is a very short window where you think they are appealing slathered in Nutella, but past that, they make everything smell funny. I mention this … Read More
I am often asked for copies of whatever I blurt out when speaking at showers and the like, so here we are, skipping the middleman (namely, the printer I do not own), and y’all can have this last weekend’s bit … Read More
A markedly extroverted friend of mine, who is oft in the position of using her gifts to plan bridal and baby showers at church, appears to have stumbled upon the key to ensuring this introvert’s attendance at her events: she … Read More
I am forever trying to get people to play hooky and go road-tripping with me. It is astounding to me how many of you have jobs and responsibilities that you are hesitant, dare I say loathe, to walk away from … Read More
I take birthday odes very seriously. Truthfully, I missed a major one during my hiatus and I owe Quail the Second a doozy of a retrospective that may or may not have to reference how as a baby, a single … Read More
I know, I know — what an A plus creep thing to do, to tease you with a new post and then disappear, rudely, with no explanation!! You know what they say about it being easier to ask forgiveness than … Read More
Perhaps our time apart has been good. Maybe you have been filling the space with more excellent reading, with Puritan writers who, though long dead, live on with words that burn themselves onto your soul or with Wodehouse himself, which … Read More