Fire Safety Stickers With Your Pets' Faces

If you're anything like me (but let's hope you're all a little more well balanced than that), you breath a sigh of relief every time you pull up to your home and affirm that it has not burned to the ground in your absence. 

Seriously. Ever since we adopted our two cats, I'm paranoid about a fire breaking out. Away from home, I wonder if I unplugged the toaster, left the dryer on, or accidentally dropped the kitchen towel on the stovetop and even though the stove was off when I left, one of the cats could jump up there and knock the front burner to the "on" position, igniting the towel, and POOF! The whole house will go up in flames.

(For the record, I blame my mother for these neurotic tendencies.)

So I was SUPER excited to learn about personalized fire safety stickers for pets. Want to make sure the fire department knows to look for a gray cat named Simon? Or that you have 3 pets total? It's all on the sticker. 

Don't wait. There is a toaster in every home, waiting to do us all in. Order today!

The Married Life: Using "Blair" As A Verb

Talking with my best friend today, she updated me on a potentially bad situation. 

"We'll just have to Blair it," I said. "You know, make the best of it."

"Did you just verb your husband?" she asked.

Mm. I guess I did. I can't be faulted. Look up the words "optimistic," "buoynant" or "cheerful" and chances are you will find "Blair Harris" listed as a viable synonym.

I'm just bringing it mainstream. 

The Married Life: Underwear

Blair got his shower first this morning. Afterward, he was in the bedroom, standing in front of his closet in black underwear and socks. (Hot, I know. It's a miracle I ever let him leave the house.)

"Hey, what's with the black underwear?" I asked, coming up behind him and sliding my arms around his middle. "You have a hot date at lunch or something?"

Blair looked at me quizically. "No. These were the ones that were on top."

I'll just cut to the chase and say that it must be very, very nice to be a man.

A Glimpse Into Why My Cooking Skills May Go Unappreciated...

My soup looked JUST LIKE THIS. I even had the pretty white bowl working for me. My food never looks like the picture, so I'm stoked.Tonight I made Hearty Bean & Grain Soup. The soup is full of healthy foods like kale, kidney beans, and buckwheat. All in all, it took close to an hour to prepare. [My fault,  as I forgot to cook the buckwheat ahead of time.] Once I got all the chopping, food processing, sauteing, simmering and mixing in line, I was left with a heavenly pot of too-good-to-be true tasty soup. 

I also threw some thick french bread under the broiler. I'm a pretty staunch anti-white flour girl, but I didn't have time to get by the health food store this week and pick up something better. 

Blair came home from work, went for a run, then headed back to the kitchen to ladle himself a big bowl of soup. He returned to the front room 20 minutes later, where I sat typing on my laptop.

"I learned something about myself today," he said, easing down onto the couch.

"Really? What's that?" I asked.

"I learned I freaking LOVE bread." 

I sighed. "There was soup too. Did you even taste the soup?"

"Oh yeah, the soup was good." He paused. "But the bread spanked it."

Seriously. Some days you just wonder why you try...