There’s a black spider on my nose.

Trixie the dog played one trick too many. And it got her into a world of trouble.

“You’re talking in your ‘Edna voice’ again,” my husband called after me as I headed for the downstairs, Oreo the cat close on my heels.

Yikes! I’ve just found another gray hair. That makes three since taping our new television show. And I’m weeks from my hair salon appointment.

It was the perfect recipe; one developed by longtime pal Betty Crocker.

It’s challenging to drink eight glasses of water every day — especially when they’re spread out all over the house.

The other night, I thought I had died and gone to heaven!

I’m a baby boomer, and it seems at times I forget things or lose my focus.

I’m having an issue with commitment.

There were things everywhere: Thing One, Thing Two, Thing Three, Thing Four — and even more!

This morning, I was feeling a bit sour — a little on the cranky side.

Bill and I are vacationing with extended family in Florida, and it’s been like herding cats.

Life is full of surprises, and lately they’ve been giving me more of a start than a steaming cup of Starbucks.

When it comes to sleep, I hate to run on empty. So, when I had a very long day ahead recently, I planned to fill-up on plenty of Z’s the night before.

There he was on TV again. Big, kind of ugly and PURPLE.

I wear comfortable shoes these days, and I’m no longer a member of the BBC (Before Bunions Club.) But obviously, the 150 Dutch gals that ran in the Stiletto Run have active memberships.

We have a morning ritual at our house. Coffee, the newspaper and now, the cat.

There’s always more to a new adventure than meets the eye.

Recently, when I told a “20-something” friend that I wished I could write more, she suggested a blog.