I should learn to try new and strange things. Rubbing my teeth with charcoal met both criteria. On Wednesday next week the high will be -9 degrees. That's cold! I'm learning to split firewood like a pro (although members of our Instagram Fam would notice that I put up a story where all I did … Continue reading Duluth Underwear and Charcoal Toothpaste (And Other Serious Things)
The other day I was walking past the oven. Janice had something sizzling on the stove top. Suddenly a loud bang echoed through the house which caused Janice to scream. I calmly jumped four feet in the air and assumed a defensive karate position.
Janice does hate raccoons. In fact, her hatred for raccoons is what got us in a relationship in the first place.
Home Again "I think I'm ready for spring now," Janice said this morning, "I'm tired of this winter stuff." Of course, she complains if it's cooler than 75 degrees, but in this instance I agree with her. Once Christmas is over all you have to look forward to is a couple of bleak, miserable months … Continue reading Mr. and Mrs. Hippenhammer