The Anti-Nigel Force Field

It's a gold-colored metal puppy fence and it works. He hardly notices the fence and bows, and it saves me a lot of aggravation. Plus, it creates a great looking space for the pressies to come!

Is It December Yet?

Outside of a couple of enterprising, inspiring souls, my blog list hasn't changed much in a week or so. Not that I can complain. I haven't written anything either. Blame it on the holidays. That works for me...

The Season of No Dread

This is the first holiday season I haven't dreaded with every ounce of my being since about 1995. It's not that I'm a Grinch, because I'm not. I've always loved the holidays. I love the baking, the decorating, the time spent with family and friends, the music, the shopping, the chaos—every bit of it. It's just that since my last Christmas in Colorado, in 1999, I haven't been able to afford what I thought it took to enjoy the season, even nominally. It seemed like a frivolous expense I couldn't afford...

Dogzilla

"Get a puppy," I said.
"He'll add to the family," I said.
"It'll be fun," I said.

Please tell me he won't be a puppy forever. I'm too old for this shite.