The day awaited with bated breath by Anglophiles all over the world has dawned. And as the wedding was just getting underway in Britain, here on the other side of the Atlantic, Mother and I were up early making the final preparations for our own fete fit for royals. Bestie C, bestie N, Sister, Mother… Read More
What DOES one do when neighbor A (not to be confused with new friend A) calls at two thirty to invite us over for supper at six thirty that very same night? Show up empty handed? Stop directing Honey on hanging pictures in the basement to run to the grocery? Au contraire mon frere. In… Read More
Clean, old fashioned hate. It’s the term we use down South to describe the long standing college rivalry between Georgia Tech and the University of Georgia. While GT is clearly head and shoulders above those mangy bulldogs in academics, the college contention spans the realm of sports – from football to baseball to golf and… Read More
This Easter marked a momentous occasion for the PCP and, more importantly, me. Somewhere between the ages of four and five, the little darling outgrew smocking. *wipes away a tear* I was in a bit of a pickle on just how to dress the angel since my go-to john johns and peter pan collared shirts… Read More
We began this lovely day with a quick pop-in-the-oven breakfast of bunny tails (Trader Joe’s Danish Pancakes – you MUST try) and potato latkes before tearing into (candy free!) Easter baskets and ultimately heading to mass. After a convivial service, it was time for our much awaited family egg hunt. While the littles scoured the… Read More
Along with my parents and my sister’s mister’s family, we reveled in the lighter side of Easter today. The eggs, that is. Hunting eggs. Boiling eggs. Dying eggs. Redying eggs. Stuffing eggs. You get the picture. Just as soon as we were all up and dressed, we headed to the club for brunch, a visit… Read More
As mentioned the other day, it is our tradition to do all of our spring planting on Good Friday. Mother, who we affectionately call “Pope-ette D”, swears that plants prosper when put in the ground on this holy day. And with a thumb as black as mine, who am I to argue with such belief? … Read More