I'm not married to the Marlboro man. Although he is wonderful and handsome, he does not rope cattle or ride horses (unless you count the City of Hardeeville). He sits at a desk and maneuvers 2 computers (3 screens), 2 iPads, 2 smartphones, and a calculator. Calculator???? Yeah, you heard me.......Meghan and I make fun of him for pulling out a calculator. I mean after all, doesn't he already have 6 of them sitting on his desk? (see above list of maneuverables...)
Oops, that's not his desk!!
I don't have to fix a fancy basket lunch and haul it out to my man and all his workers. I have to pull out the bread, lunch meat and some condiments.......and yell to the other room...."Lunch is ready!!"
I don't have school age children to homeschool and blog about. Been there, done that......and my children are certainly grateful it's over!!
I love to cook, but I'm pretty sure all the recipes I use have already been blogged about, and I certainly do NOT want to plagiarize!!
Better to blog about Con cooking
But, alas, I am no "Pioneer Woman", but I am "privileged bubble" woman!! (Title provided by an angry liberal on Facebook.) And there are certainly musings that happen in my "bubble". Sometimes very serious, sometimes Spiritual, but most of the time just hilarious.
So there you go. I shall write of foibles and blessings. 36 hours of not leaving the house and marvelous trips I'm fortunate to take. The joy of children to "they'll put me in an early grave".
I guess I could go on and on.......so WAKE UP!!! Unless you are actually reading this to put yourself to sleep.........


