Possibly Not the Domestic Goddess

. . . that I think I am. I was cooking dinner last night (ahem, mac and cheese) and was boiling the macaroni, when the pot boiled over. (Or, “balled” over, as my Daddy with his Savannah accent would say. He also says “aygs” for eggs, “all” for oil, and “tin fall” for tin foil.) Tiller was in the kitchen… Read more →

A Few Things

Talking about it makes it better. I can’t believe I have a niece who is one year old. Todd has one week to purchase and install my new UGA flag. Sex withheld until installation complete. My favorite movie of all time is most definitely The Black Stallion. And it holds up well to time, too. You are making fun of… Read more →