For this I am Thankful ...
I try to remember to be thankful throughout the year, not just during the week when a gigantic dead bird is thawing in my fridge. Sometimes, one finds it's easier to be whiny and sarcastic, especially when referring to themselves in third person. Irregardless*, snarkiness is no substitution for sincerity a

Inappropriate Laughter and Insincere Apologies
Dear Mister:I am really sorry about that time I slammed your head in the door.I KNOW you saw me go out to the garage to visit the beer fridge. And we both know that the pantry door and the door leading into the house from the garage are on a collision course. For this we can thank a lazy architect. But still, when you saw me go to fetch my cerveza, you chose this time to open the pantry door to get, oh, I don't know, chips, I'm guessing. Whatever it was, it was clearly eluding you, because you crouched down and stuck your head into the pantry, right about the time I returned with a cold one in hand. I opened the door, simultaneously felt and heard a thud, followed by

I've got one thing to say ... ok, two, make that three things
Happy Birthday, BabeMy husband's birthday was a couple of weeks ago. We had a lunch-date, the kids made him tiny cards, and then after dinner, we pigged out on the ugliest homemade carrot cake you ever saw. My rejected gift of boots was repackaged for UPS to bring right back to Piperlime by breakfast the next morning. (It's the thought that counts, right?)On the subject of gift-giving, even though Hubby hated the boots, they were actually a good gift idea as he's been looking for a pair. He reminded me last night that I'm the world's worst gift receiver. I return everything he gives me, usually after admonishing him for spending s

R is for rockin'! ... Right?
You already know that you can find everything on the Internet. Everything.And to prove it, one site, It's Just Coffee, has a fun little thing-a-ma-doobie that gives a letter rating to blogs, Web sites and other virtual locales using a sort of Motion Picture Association-style. In case you were wondering about Four Jugs' rating, behold:Seems as though we've dropped the f-bomb, the a-bomb (hey, w

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Wednesday
Disclaimer #1:I do not fancy myself Wallace Stevens. I don't even fancy myself a poet. Far from it. But I am going to borrow the format of Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, because I wanted to write a post about perspective.Disclaimer #2: And again I say, I wanted to write a post about perspective.Here’s a pitiful tale: I had to put my 13 year-old cat to sleep last year about a month before I delivered Bam-Bam. If you looked in the dictionary under “sad sack of shit” you’d see me, sixty pounds heavier, hauling a cat carrier into th