My Son, The Weaner

Oh, this poor, neglected blog. The winter of 2013 will forever be remembered as The Great Nose-Wiping, I’m afraid. Alternate…

Thrifty Sunday: Hot Fudge

Winter means extra expenses around here. Wood for the fire. Early sunset, early lamplight. Space heaters. Old houses have some…

Dental Touches

Dear Zelda, Tonight while nursing you, before you signaled that you were ready to sleep by unlatching and looking for…

Thrifty Sunday: Be Happy

The past couple of weeks have been especially fruitful, thriftwise. I’ve replenished George’s dwindling shirt supply (his torso is lengthening…