The Toxic Housewife

I really did it this time:  

 As I mentioned in my last post , my mother loved putting whole, un-shelled nuts and un-peeled oranges into our Christmas stockings.  She doubled down her efforts to do so once she knew how much it annoyed her children.  (And why not?  Now that I'm a mom, I realize it can't be called "irritation"; it's called "payback".)

  So, I set myself up for disaster again: I had a booklet made from 2022's "Blog For One" posts and Santa gave it to the family for Christmas.  We've been reading from the booklet in spurts, usually with me at the kitchen table shouting each post to Bee (preparing dinner) and Mr. C (lounging with a cat in the living room). Captions are at least with the photos this time . . . but still look like part of the main body.  Sigh. The good news: