My husband refuses to get a hearing aid. Not yet, he says. It's not that bad. OK then, I told him. Game on. I'm going to write down and publish all the nonsensical things you say, simply because you can't hear, starting with this morning's gem:
Me: You didn't snore last night.
Hubs: That was good chili.
(Apologies for the politically incorrect 'deaf'. But, "Sh*T My Hard-of-Hearing Husband Says" just doesn't have the same ring to it.)
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
|My tea drawer holds all kinds of interesting combination possibilities.|
Saturday, January 12, 2013
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Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
This incredible video reminded me of when my grandmother first became ill with Alzheimer's and would break into spontaneous renditions of "Some One of These Days" whenever she'd lose track of a conversation. (And they wonder how I became such a ham.) Imagine what her last few years might have been like if she'd had an iPad containing all of her favorite songs in her ears on a regular basis.
roasted cauliflower-red pepper soup from last night topped with fresh basil from my window sill.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
I just hope it hasn't become too popular.
Petit Hotel d'Hafa just off the plaza because of its charm, central location, affordable rates (the non-stop plane tickets were relatively cheap, too) and the fact that the French hoteliers serve their guests free tequila on the rooftop terrazzo every night.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
this less irritating product which, conveniently, he sells in his office (no prescription needed) at $57 a pop. BUT, that's for a 3-month supply, which isn't bad...or, does the price threshold go down the older we get? (Hmm.) So, I'll give it a pump, once a night for three months and see what happens. I guess this means a 'before' shot is in order.