Put me back on the guest list, Mom

My family’s loyalties are serious, as is the magnificent spread they cook for Thanksgiving. Not going to risk missing out.

Stuff I found while looking around

This week’s link roundup.

From having spent a weekend in my favorite place on earth

What I miss most about the place I used to call home.

The Downing Tote

Not nearly as big or unwieldy as my Granny’s purse, but she’d slow clap for me and tell me I’m moving in the right direction. And then she’d see how hard she could hit one of her kids over the head with this thing.

I put my hand up on your hip

… and then touch my phone and now whatever was on your hip will end up on my face.

For your dad

A roundup of ideas for the father who probably isn’t 73 years old and would rather write a letter in his own blood than spend $45 on a pen.

For your man

I know he’s begging for another cat, but you are the voice of reason in his life. None of these things require a litter box.

For her

Looking this over, I kind of wish my closet was this organized.

For him

I could always toss out the trademarked Holiday by Heather advice and tell you to hand him your credit card and hit the nearest mall. But what if he’s color blind? What if he gets lost? What if he brings back clogs?

The staple of the season

If only the women who lived in the Victorian age could see us now.