Bag Balm as Aphrodisiac?

Bag Balm as Aphrodisiac?

My dear mother, long departed, gave this square tin of Bag Balm to my husband, for Christmas one year. Note that its colors match the season. Also know that it was a spectacularly perfect gift, one that brought a broad-face smile to my husband, who then leapt up to...
Better than Sex Cake

Better than Sex Cake

It was the ‘80s. The era of big hair, big shoulder pads, and big appetites. Disco fever raged on dance floors lighted by a mirrored ball overhead. Sweat flavored the manic gyrations of those in quest of a mate. Greed was espoused—lauded by Gordon Gekko—until Tom...
You’re Never Too Old…

You’re Never Too Old…

So, due to a recent birthday, I’ve become geriatric. No, I’m not a Jurassic Park dinosaur – at least not culturally – but I do have ancient bones, body aches and pains. I’ve a long-time yoga, physical therapy, and massage devotee. This...
Orphan Socks and Dryer Balls

Orphan Socks and Dryer Balls

Happy New Year! It’s another year of orphan socks! What are the green spikey thingies, you ask? They aren’t nerf footballs… they are dryer balls! Handy to keep the fitted sheets from knotting up into a ball with all your socks inside. Well,...
For Better or Worse

For Better or Worse

Tomorrow is the inauguration of a new administration in the USA. We welcome a President and his ethnic-and-female VP. Each of them is dedicated to the American principle of government “of the people, by the people, and for the people.” They have experience...