I Will Never Understand Males – # 195
Seriously? I will never understand males. Never. Ever. So I come downstairs to my kitchen last Wednesday. You know, the day before Thanksgiving. The day before I’m going to have a bazillion people to my house for Thanksgiving. The day I’ve spent like twelve hours cleaning, polishing, organizing, more cleaning. Oh, and yes, I had cleaned my kitchen at this point… I walk into the kitchen to start baking the pumpkin pies and start the process of making the homemade cinnamon rolls…and I see this:

Call for Submissions for November Photo of the Month
I’m thankful that SuperGuy brings me flowers to photograph! It’s finally here! Call for submissions for November Photo of the Month. This month theme is “I’m thankful for…”  What you’re thankful for can’t be a person or a living thing like a pet. It doesn’t even need to be particularly serious…

Almost There
Yes, things are starting to fall into place for Thanksgiving. I think I’m going to make it. I wasn’t sure after Monday’s post of the disaster I had on my hands. I’m almost finished washing (and washing!) my grandmother’s set of antique Noritake

Male Chores-Episode 107
So we got propane heater pole thingies (You know, those heaters you see in restaurants on the patios?) We got a couple of them for our backyard courtyard so we can use it into the fall. (without me freezing my rear end off…) We also got a fire pit…but that tortuous story is for another blog post… We found them at Sam’s, and SuperGuy put them toge

A Whole Lot of Work Left to Do
I’m having Thanksgiving at my house. We always have Thanksgiving here. It’s SuperGuy’s fault. He got my family addicted to his fried turkeys. The downside? I no longer rotate Thanksgiving between my sister, my mom, and our house. This year I decided to make it even more stressful…My mom gave me my grandmother’s china.