It’s Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. I assume you’re watching. On one of the shows a few nights ago they dissected a great white, slicing him nose-to-tail to reveal two tremendous lengths of muscle flanking a 15-foot spine. For some reason, I thought of our son -- all muscle and spine, getting stronger and
In an effort to perpetrate my sad mood on all of you even further, I thought I'd post a gloomy-faced doll for today's Matryoshka Monday. Blame the Russian -- I wouldn't be in this state if he wasn't fixing to abandon me soon.
Here are ten things I'm whining about today, in no particular order...
In this "Matryoshka Monday" I pay tribute to the only pop culture reference my husband and I share from our formative years: thank goodness for ABBA.
In which I review Wodka vodka which is -- wait for it -- POLISH. Anyone with the chutzpah to send Polish vodka to me, proud wife of a Stoli-drinking Russian, is worthy of a post. Wait till you see their, uh, "press materials."
I had a whole other Matryoshka Monday planned for today but as I'm in the throes of major back pain (old injury aggravated apparently by the simple act of rising from my bed yesterday, glad I'm not old and decrepit or anything, JESUS), these nesting dolls seemed more appropriate...
Who needs medication when you've got the Russian?
If you liked my husband's cure for hemorrhoids, you'll love his hangover remedy. Break out the Clausens!
My friend Kathy alerted me to a wonderful Etsy shop which sells all matryoshkas, all the time. The woman behind the dolls is Amy Perrotti and she has a lovely story: she started drawing dolls as a way of doing portraits of her daughter and her friends...
Have I mentioned our home improvement project is in its second phase? The first (new roof) proceeded without incident. Phase Two is new window and siding installation. When we were planning this work, all I could imagine was how pretty our house will look restored to its bungalow roots. It didn't occur to me what