Category: My Darling B
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awakened
My Darling B woke me with a shriek this morning. Well, not exactly a shriek but a pretty scary and not very quiet shout. She usually makes quiet little whimpering noises when she’s having a bad dream, but this was not a whimper. This was a full-throated cry for help. Scared the shit out of Read.
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plain sight
My Darling B was looking for a shaker filled with pepper flakes she got from the grocery last week. She asked me if I knew what happened to it, as if I had a clue where she shelved her herbs and spices. I don’t put that stuff away, not because I have this highfalutin idea Read.
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windy city
Got back this afternoon from a weekend trip to The Windy City with My Darling B. We’ve been talking for years about visiting the Christmas market they have there every year, and this year we finally stopped talking and did it. B did all the hard work of planning the trip and booking the rooms; Read.
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getaway
My Darling B and I drove up to Door County last weekend to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary and to get away from the rat race for a while. We both took Friday and Monday off, then planned to drive up on Friday and stay Friday and Saturday night, returning on Sunday afternoon so we Read.
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peeved
Is there one thing people do practically all the time, a small, insignificant thing that really shouldn’t bother you but, even so, makes you clench your teeth to keep yourself from screaming, “STOP DOING THAT! IT’S WRONG! WHERE’D YOU LEARN TO DO IT THAT WAY?” For me, it’s when people say “reason why,” as in, Read.
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smoothies
Sometime last summer, My Daring B started making smoothies every morning. We took them to work with us. She drank hers almost right away; I think of smoothies as something you eat rather than drink, so I saved mine for lunch. At some point during the summer, I started making the smoothies because B usually Read.
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a memory hole
[The management wishes to inform you that this drivel was originally posted on September 28, 2008. We beg your indulgence to repost it mostly so B can rub my face in it.] We went to the Black Horse auction north of DeForest and planned to spend pretty much all day there. Haven’t done that for Read.
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Women’s March
B and I went to the Women’s March yesterday. I didn’t know there was going to be a Women’s March in Madison so we almost missed it, but B pointed out that it was being organized on Facebook, which explains why I, the Twitter junkie, totally missed it. By the time B got out of Read.
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Our First Dinner at Ishnala
We had dinner last night at the Ishnala Supper Club near Wisconsin Dells. It’s a bit of a drive, just under an hour, but as things turned out, our visit there was worth every minute on the road. We learned about Ishnala from “Old Fashioned: The Story of the Wisconsin Supper Club,” a documentary we Read.
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hand towel
I went to the laundry basket with dripping hands and started pawing through it. “What are you looking for?” B asked. “Hand towel,” I answered, pulling out what I thought was a hand towel. “Don’t use that,” she admonished me. “That’s a rag. Just look at how dirty it is.” She held up a neatly Read.
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