Crabbypants

A new couple has moved into our complex, the usual story of leaving a huge house with acres of land and adjusting to a two-bedroom condo. Except their story is colored by events of today’s new existence.

Mysophobia

Not only did Howard Hughes clomp around with tissue boxes on his feet to avoid germs,

Stirring up Memories

Back in his bachelor, pre-twin 2 year old girls days, my son did his share of cooking.

Dirt: the new toilet paper

Considering dogs’ superior olfactory ability, do you ever wonder if they mind smelling like “wet dog?”

Slow Food

I need to learn how to make Peking duck.

Foreign Soil

This quarantine has driven me into acts against my nature.

Good Things

And now for some non-plague moments from my week:

Underpants and Time

         Now I finally understand those Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday underpants, and I could really use a set right about now.

Masking in Massachusetts

  

Outside of witnessing a major road block worthy of a scene from a WWII movie on the Florida/Georgia border, our ride home to Massachusetts was uneventful.