The Toxic Housewife

Mr. C has been sick since Wednesday.  It’s probably my Karmatic curse, as I’ve always made such a big deal over how well he reacts when ill and how quickly he gets over it. Not so much this time.

This is a picture of part of the 'statistics' page that comes with my blog (no, you can't access it, so don't bother).  The segment you're seeing is under the 'referring URLs' section.  If I understand it right (which is a big 'if'),

And now for a topic I have no right to discuss and about which you probably have no desire to read: healthy eating.

Sugar Cookies for the Cookie Co-Op As the years go on, I find myself falling into that common old-married-couple rut of not putting forth the effort to celebrate significant events with my significant other. I realized yesterday that February 14 th is upon us and that I was shaping up to be a totally suck-y Valentine.

Mr. C and I spent the weekend at my parents’ house, a trip I’d really been looking forward to. I don’t know what it was about Mr. C this time around, but he seemed to decide that being in a non-childproofed home with his grandparents, their new puppy, two skittish felines, and my own 98-year-old grandmother was the perfect time to turn into a little shit.

(photo by S.B.) Wednesday was Bee’s birthday. We spent the week celebrating. You must remember that my version of ‘celebrating’ is ‘eating’. On Monday, we had The Four Families over for dinner. That is the new name I came up with for our in-town ‘relatives’, the ex-in-laws-by-marriage . I love the Mafiosa ring to the name, and have therefore been slipping it into random conversations all week. Although amused, none of the other members of The Four Families seem to be as impressed with my awesomeness as I am.