Please welcome Brie. She’s two years old. We adopted her almost a week ago.

His litter box has been taken to the basement.

……was hearing aids. For ME! 

And probably shouldn’t.

The year was 1961.  I was working in Boston at the New England Conservatory of Music as a receptionist. It was, in all respects, a wonderful year. 

They ain’t where they used to be.

Just the other night, The Mister and I were dining at a small restaurant nearby.

The two of us have been joined at the hip for more years than I can remember. 

Who would ever choose to be described as “meek?”

Yes, that Martha. The one and only Martha.   Martha Stewart, of course. 

Some of us may feel we’ve had our fill of her.  Her ups and downs.  Her celebrity.  Her money.  Her prison time.  Her books.  Her lifestyle.  Her trials, her tribulations.  Enough already, right?