When what I thought was an ingrown hair on my shin revealed itself as squamous cell carcinoma, the pity party began. In office surgery left me with nine stitches and instructions to stay off my feet. Off my feet in summer? I’d rather swim or bicycle or garden or fish or hike or boat or… Continue reading It’s My Pity Party And I’ll Binge If I Want To
The George Foreman grill and waffle machine wedged between the two crock-pots while the gelato machine propped up the Valentine plates. The air fryer, vacuum food saver, and sous vide huddled on the floor. Crystal serving dishes stacked precariously. The spiralizer balanced atop the heap. All awaited the purge. My zeal for organization, recently fueled… Continue reading The Nonsense Chronicles: Small Appliance Small Talk
A Few Choice Words By Anita 