My father and stepmother gave both Jon and me cards with a little bit of cash tucked inside for our recent birthdays. They signed my card, “Love you.” Jon’s card was signed with, “Thanks for being who you are. Also, have we told you lately just how grateful we are you took one for the [...]
This is straight up eighties right down to the Dire Straits reference, but it’s everything that was good about the eighties. I love the groove of it, and it’s great for dancing to in the kitchen after dinner. Also, it doesn’t hurt that the singer looks like he could totally fix my computer. And that [...]
This is a bit of a long story, but I assure you it will be worth it. My mother’s mother, Granny Boone, was living in Smith Grove, Kentucky when her husband left her with five kids. She picked up, moved down to Bowling Green, Kentucky and found work at a Fruit of the Loom factory [...]
If Coco ever wrote songs about how the nights have been so lonely since you went away, how a million miracles could never stop the pain, like a leaf upon the wind she can find no place to land, I think this would be the cover of her greatest hits.
This is bliss, having dinner on the deck and sweating the whole time. Just this morning I told Jon that if I ever suggest that we travel to San Francisco in the summer again where the temperature hovers around 55 degrees he should just punch me in the face. I have to soak up every [...]
Me: “Why do we need a refrigerator in the garage?” Jon: “Trust me.” Me: “We won’t even fill half of it.” Jon: “You’ll see.”
Before anyone sends me an email that says, Heather, are you aware that there are stains on that quilt? Eww? You should know that I’ve had this thing dry cleaned twice, and if I do it one more time it’s going to fall apart. I found it back in 2000 when I was still living [...]
The best part about this photo session is the part you can’t see, how Coco is sitting not two feet out of frame being as still as she can be because she knows she won’t get to share in the bounty if she so much as breathes. Quick study, that one.
Jon has been experimenting with his grilling technique this week, and Sunday night he almost set the house on fire. We bought a set of cedar planks on which to grill (free range, ethically grown, lulled to sleep every night with a gentle nursery rhyme) meat, and although I think he read the directions I [...]