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Orange Is the New Purple
When I decided to color my hair, it was not because I suddenly had a desire to be a blonde bombshell or a foxy redhead. As a fifty-something-year-old, I would need more than a bottle of hair dye to transform into a bombshell or a fox. I suspect it would have taken full-body liposuction and a stupendously gifted fairy godmother. Fortunately, ...Read more
Putting My Foot Down
For all the obsessing I've done about my body parts, the one area that has always escaped the harsh glare of my overcritical eye is my feet. Certainly they are not perfect feet, and Manolo Blahnik would never beat down my door to have me model his shoes. But as feet go, they are fairly unassuming; I would even go so far as to say cute. I ...Read more
When Napportunity Knocks
"When's dinner?" my husband asked me when he got home as I stood in the kitchen stirring a sauce.
"Pretty soon," I replied.
"Do you mind if I close my eyes for a minute?" he requested, putting down his bag and taking off his jacket.
I nodded. When most people say they're going to close their eyes for a minute, they actually mean more like ...Read more
Apple of My Eye
My husband is a Honeycrisp snob.
If you're not familiar with this, Honeycrisp is a kind of apple, and according to him, it is a superior apple. All other apples are lesser apples. He will not eat a Fuji, Gala or Pink Lady. Only Honeycrisp will do. My son will also only eat Honeycrisp apples. So, I guess in this case, the apple really doesn't ...Read more
The King of Cling
Not that I'm obsessive or anything, but years ago when my kids were little, I would carry entire kiddie wardrobes around with me so that when my kids got dirty, I could strip them down on the spot and change their clothes.
Of course, this started to become pretty embarrassing for the kids by the time they hit 20, so I stopped.
It also meant ...Read more
Attack of the Frozen Forehead
Recently I noticed that the shallow lines on my forehead had started to morph into wandering rivers. Since I wear my hair very short, there wasn't really any way to cover them up, and I complained to my husband that I was starting to look old.
"How old do you think you look?" he asked.
"Around 60," I replied.
"You are around 60," he said.
...Read more
I, Robot Vacuum
At 1 a.m. on a Sunday, I woke up to hear the new robot vacuum vacuuming. The next night I heard it whirring around again at 1 a.m., then Tuesday it was the same thing.
"What the heck is going on with that thing?" asked my husband as we heard the vacuum banging on our bedroom door to get in.
"Obviously, it wants to clean in here," I said, ...Read more
Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut
Every year around this time, I get inundated with emails telling me about the latest fall trends and what I should buy and what I should toss. Having been down this wardrobe rabbit hole before, I didn't want to make a fall fashion faux pas, such as I did last year, when one trendsetting site told me the "it" shoe was a pointed witchy boot that...Read more
Save the Meatloaf
"Hey honey, I just found out I can make a meatloaf in the slow cooker," I told my husband.
"No offense," said my husband, "but we don't even really like the meatloaf you make the regular way."
I frowned. I couldn't be mad at him because I knew it was true. I did not have the greatest meatloaf reputation. When it came to making a dish as ...Read more
Playing Second Banana
It took me many years of schlepping bags of heavy groceries from the market to my house before I realized I was the only one in my neighborhood doing it. Most of the other suburban shoppers had already realized what Domino's Pizza learned years ago: If it can be delivered, deliver it.
Newly wise to the ways of grocery procurement, I ...Read more
My Toilet Paper Runneth Over
"Hey honey, why is there a roll of toilet paper in my shoe?" my husband asked.
It was a perfectly reasonable question. People don't normally store rolls of toilet paper in their husband's shoes. But I had a DEFCON-5 toilet paper storage situation. Also, I'm not normal.
The trouble started when I ordered toilet paper online. I had hastily ...Read more
Knuckling Under
"Ow!" I said as I went to lift the pan off the stovetop.
"What's 'ow'?" asked my husband, glancing over from the kitchen counter where he was working.
"I hurt my hand yesterday," I said, massaging the area of my hand where my first and second finger met. "I think I sprained a knuckle."
He gave me that look.
"I don't think that's possible,"...Read more
Dishin' With the Dog
No matter what I make for dinner, cleanup in our house is a pretty speedy affair because we have three dishwashers. First, there is the electronic one, which does a pretty good job, assuming you prewash the dishes before you run them through the dishwasher. Then there's dishwasher No. 2 -- my husband. He's generally responsible for the ...Read more