Category Archives: Sweets and the Like
Cloris Leachman and Mel Brooks are almost entirely to blame for this week’s post. Or to thank, depending upon your point of view. I was curled up in bed one evening, enjoying a scene from the film Young Frankenstein in … Continue reading
I have this “thing” for Betty White. I always have. I love this woman so much that I could just eat her with a spoon. So that is precisely what I set out to do. Figuratively, of course. She’s a … Continue reading
Last weekend, I attended what was affectionately called The Cousin Summit. It was hosted by Ann Marie, the family member who is not only closest to me in age but, conveniently, the closest to me in geographic terms, too. She … Continue reading
Today, thanks to the magic of Twitter, I learned that the Liberace Museum in Las Vegas, Nevada is closing. All those years of visiting Sin City and I never once bothered to go to that damned museum. I always said … Continue reading
The Greeks have their own, particular way of doing things: eating, speaking, dancing with chairs balanced on their chins, dressing, getting excited when anything that can be broken is smashed onto the floor.
I like to call it Greek style. Or Greek-style, depending upon the activity. Continue reading