I’ve never known someone as adorably miserable as my wife when she’s sick.
One of this weekend’s treats were acorn-shaped cookies made from Kisses, Nutter Butters, and Toll House chips. They were a big hit.
Our menu last night was similar to the last time we hosted Thanksgiving (turkey but no bald eagle), but I substituted cornbread stuffing for the couscous stuffing.
Can it really be true that Hostess is going under?
“Monocles and Manacles: The Institutionalization of Lunatics in 1890s Cambridge, England”
I actually heard someone refer to today as Armistice Day.
Now that this election is over, it seems like a lot of time, effort, and money to maintain the status quo.
The polling station had a bit of line when I got there first thing, but it was gone when I left.
As part of Iowa City’s continual efforts to beautify itself, trees downtown now wear sweaters.
I submit this to article from The Atlantic, “Why I Refuse to Vote for Barack Obama” by Conor Friedersdorf to my friends and relatives (particularly my uncle), many of whom are good liberals justifiably terrified by the prospect of Mitt Romney (and whatever he stands for) and his conservative comrades entering the White House.
In swing-state, first-caucus-in-the-nation Iowa, the presidential election has been going on since 2011. And tomorrow it will be over. Thank heavens.
Forget the Age of Dinosaurs. If I ever travel back in time, I’m going to the Age of Cyanobacteria. Exciting!
People I know from the East Coast are checking in a couple at a time.