Saturday morning brought us a clean house after a coffee fueled cleaning frenzy, all hail our 10 cup percolator. A nagging, shallow cough has me convinced that our house is full of dust, or mold, or cat dander, or an insidious lung-tickling mixture of the three, so after a sleepless hacking Friday night I raced around the house jittery and wild-eyed, attacking all dusty surfaces with caffeinated fury. Unfortunately as many a would-be dust-eliminator knows, the closer you look the more you see, and soon my pass over the furniture with a Pledged rag devolved into scrubbing each slat of the Venetian blinds with Formula 409 (my only “general” sort…

My beautiful fat cat is sitting on her beatiful fat mom’s lap (that’s me), purring and eyeing the 4 squares of Cadbury’s chocolate that I was trying to savor but now must gobble to protect my claim to it.  The chocolate polishes off a wonderfully greasy meal at the local pub, and my lone dining experience (whilst my husband is giving lectures at school) has inspired me to describe my little town. Let’s call my town Mayberry.  Mayberry is a 2 stoplight town, at the heart of it, though if one claimed the surrounding unattractive sprawl of fast food joints etc.  one would have to tack on a couple more **I do not.  I pretend…