Here’s another lightly edited post from the archives as requested by long-time reader, Katrina.     (Written in 2010.)…

This is a story of tears, dental floss, a storm, a doctor, a vomiting doggie, and mangled wedding rings.…

I’m sitting in the living room on Sunday night finishing up this blog post. In the basement, a bass guitar is being played at a fairly enthusiastic volume.  No mystery as to who is playing said bass–that would be my groovin’, string-thumpin’ hubby.…

Saturday morning, Steve rented a U-haul and went to pick up a tool chest he had found online.…