Teeny Tiny Tank

“The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder.” ~Alfred Hitchcock~ I agree. Confession: I have a teeny tiny holding tank. I swear, the size of a walnut. It has been an issue for much of my adult life. Especially when a movie exceeds the two hour mark. Made it through Downton Abbey recently. Made it through Black Panther and Bohemian Rhapsody last year. Not sure how I made it through all threeRead more

Kit Kat Junkie

No, not me. I am the Oreo junkie, remember? It’s mom. She’s the Kit Kat junkie. And it’s my fault. In the past few years, mom’s taste buds have packed their suitcase and gone on vacation. The buds return at times, long enough to savor an adult refreshment or a ham sandwich. For the most part, though, they either betray or stay away. The vacant taste buds make it¬†especially difficult to find a snack or treat that mom can enjoyRead more