menagerie

When you are a guest in our house, we try to make you as comfortable as possible. DH cleans; I cook.

This makes me very unhappy. There won't be any local tomatoes available for probably another month, so I suppose I will just have to do without for a while (or buy those Canadian hydroponic tomatoes--ha!).

Whenever we go to a public swimming pool, I inevitably attract the Child Who Will Not Shut The Hell Up.

A hermitage water project is now in its second month. The job seemed simple enough. Fix a pipe under the street. But residents there wonder if the city is doing the best job it can.

Plantation Drive is a normal street with homes just off of busy Old Hickory Blvd.

Dramatic dialogue rules when Miss C plays with her My Little Pony slash Littlest Pet Shop menagerie, each of which comes with 9.2 million tiny plastic hair brushes, doggy treats, hair accessories, and other microscopic doohickies that I find wedged in the berber carpet, discarded under the sofa, and stuck between my bare toes. (#$@%$&)

Yes, we are the veritable melting pot of toys. We welcome ponies of all color as well as bobble-headed dogs, cats, hamsters, and even a frog.