When I was a baby, I was a bit of a drooler. My parents enjoy telling The Husband stories of how many bibs I’d go through in a typical toddler day. Gee, thanks, Mom and Dad. I really want my Husband to hear me described with the words “faucet” and “saliva river.” Nothing says “sexy life partner” than drool references. Although, really, who am I kidding? I STILL drool. I wish I weren’t designed that way, but there it is. (...Read More)

I’m an itch-er by nature. Have a bug bite? I’m gonna scratch it ’til it dies. Had chicken pox when I was young, and my mom threatened duct tape because I was so evil with the scratching, and have the scars to prove it. So when my children forcefully held me down and gave me I caught pink eye over a month ago, I swore it was going to freaking kill me dead. I would stare at my reflection daily, (...Read More)

I, like many folks out there, love the Food Network.  I wish I could claim that watching makes me a better cook.  Rather, it seems to make me a better eater.  The real draw, of course, isn’t the food. It’s the personalities, and by far, my favorite is Alton Brown.  He’s like the food geek’s pin-up boy.  He’s funny, smart and quirky … ooh and those glasses.  Meoww…. OK, I’m back, sorry. If you are an Alton watcher, you know (...Read More)