Confessions

I’m starting out this new year with a series of confessions.  It’s very freeing and takes much less energy than making New Year’s resolutions I will spectacularly fail at achieving.  I highly recommend it.  Let’s start: 1.  I’ve been spelling “trifling” wrong for my whole life.  I spell it “trifiling”. 2.  I pronounce “antenna” asContinue reading “Confessions”

Drop the possum.

Every New Year’s Day my superstitious family eats black-eyed peas for luck, and cabbage for money.  It makes everyone gassy, but we still do it because we’re afraid of the demons which apparently punish you for…not having access to peas, I guess?  Still, it’s slightly more sane than other people’s New Year’s traditions (according to thisContinue reading “Drop the possum.”

Holidays can be rough. Especially for the little ones. And by “little ones” I mean “my cats”.

This is for you.  This is as close as I came to making a holiday card this year.  It’s also as close as I came to being murdered by my cats this year.  But you are worth it. ****************** And in unrelated news, it’s time for the weekly wrap-up: What you missed in my shop (Named “EightContinue reading “Holidays can be rough. Especially for the little ones. And by “little ones” I mean “my cats”.”

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