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Let’s play.

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It won’t take long, I promise.

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That’s an easy one.

I’d trade places with any cat who ever lived with us.

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They’re loved.

(Frank)

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Well fed.

(Mr. White)

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Spoiled.

(Bubba)

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And indulged.

(Cracker)

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They also have two human servants who cater to their every whim.

(Lord Dudley Mountcatten)

So yes, I’ll say our cat.

❤️

How about you?

What animal would you trade lives with….

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Let’s play.

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You’ll have to think for a moment, but have faith…

I think you can do it.

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I can think of quite a few I happily lived without back in the day but can’t imagine surviving the loss of now….

Power windows in cars. Did we ever roll them down manually? My mind boggles at the physical effort.

Microwaves. I don’t cook with ours but reheating leftovers quickly is one of life’s simple pleasures.

DVRs. The pleasure of watching what I want when I want cannot be beat.

But if I’m honest the number one modern convenience I can’t do without is my iPhone. It holds my 23,710 photos and keeps me in touch with long lost friends. It’s my dictionary, my calculator, my encyclopedia, and my address book. It’s a source of video entertainment, games, and shopping. I call, I text, I email. I bank, I navigate, and check the local weather. Most importantly? I blog with you lot.

Sadly, I’m not exaggerating when I say I’d be lost without it.

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So how about you…

What mod con will they pry from your cold dead hands?

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Let’s play.

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Because it’s time to reflect.

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Kale.

After the window installations disaster, roof leaks, the loss of a toenail, my husband’s eye surgery debacle, numerous home remodeling nightmares, the erection of view busting greenhouses across the street, crazy property tax increases, catching Covid, a cancelled holiday trip, a non existent Christmas and a dead water heater? I cry uncle!

Kale.

My 2024 was wall to wall 🥬 .

Now you. What food represents your year?

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Let’s play.

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Just a quick question this week.

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You either love it or hate it. There’s rarely any middle ground.

I am not a fan. My husband is.

I make it for him every once in a while, but have never added it to special holiday meals.

This year we went to a friend’s home for the traditional feast… and while she didn’t cook it, another guest brought one.

So though I wasn’t responsible, technically I have to say yay.

How about you?

Yay or nay to the controversial beans…

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Let’s play.

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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.

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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.

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Blech.

🤢

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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.

I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.

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Health food it’s not.

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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.

I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.

So my question is… yay or nay?

Where do you stand on Spam.

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