Who Moved My Corn?

I need a piece of corn. Let's try this again: Last week, I planted a mess of seedlings I'd been nurturing for months outside in some raised garden beds I recently built.  They're dead now.  Apparently, you're supposed to ease them outside, harden them, prepare them - not just shove…

Greatest Love (No, Not Whitney)

Seriously. These just get more and more embarrassing.  But you keep asking for them.  So I keep posting them.  And in 15 years, Paul is going to be less than pleased that his banana-coated mug was plastered on the internet. Also?  I love Deb.  Because she sends me amazing things…

And Then I Knew Everything Would Be Alright with the World

With each pre-baby project we finish, I lose one more distraction to keep me from obsessing about the impending obliteration of my bits and that whole feeding-and-care-of-your-killer-newborn-overlord thing.  Not that I obsess.  Ever.  That's totally not my personality. *pauses to adjust welding goggles hanging from life-sized cardboard cutout of NPH*…