Friday, March 24, 2023

Start Talking: Fly on the Wall

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Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 3 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

I play a multitude of word games daily. I share my results twice a day on my Baking In A Tornado Facebook page. Lots of people add their scores to the thread, and we often comment on that days' games. It's fun, like we're playing together.

When players post their scores, I respond to most all of their posts. On one particular day, I made a fateful typing error. 

One friend had gotten a score of 3 on all of her games. I had commented "nothing wrong with a 3 day." Well, that's what I thought I'd said. In fact, I'd commented "nothing wrong with a 3 way." Oops.

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And another one:

I was promoting a blog post on social media. It was called Sliding Past the Holidays, where I discussed the calamities that occurred over Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I was planning to say:

"Sliding Past the Holidays. Thanksgiving was a disaster. Christmas was worse. For the upcoming holidays, I'd better take a pass."

Except I apparently used the wrong vowel in the last word, publicly posting:

"Sliding Past the Holidays. Thanksgiving was a disaster. Christmas was worse. For the upcoming holidays, I'd better take a piss."
Worst part? The friend who let me know, didn't seem at all surprised.

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PurDude and I text every day. He calls, but not as often. Sometimes it's just to check in, but other times it's when one or the other of us has something to discuss that's too long for a text.

I had asked him something about his insurance, and he said he'd call me that night. Turns out he was calling to tell me about his yearly raise, bonus, and stock options anyway.

We talked for about 10 minutes or so, then I brought my cell down to Hubs in his man cave.

And I waited, and I waited and I waited. They talked for over an hour before Hubs brought me my phone so I could say "good-bye."

Me: You like him better than me?
PurDude: What?
Me: You talked to him for over an hour.
PurDude: It was about tax stuff.
Me: Yeah, right, you owe me 55 minutes. Start talking . . .

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Speaking of talking, Hubs was taking his car down to be fixed. I was going to take a quick shower when he left, but told him to call me if it was going to take some time, and I'd come get him.

I had showered and was sitting on the couch when he called.

Hubs: When you get out of the shower . . . 
Me (interrupting him): Wait a second, you think I answer the phone in the shower?
Hubs: Ummm.
Me: Start talking . . .

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So he did start talking. Before I tell you what he said, a little back story . . .

I've mentioned that Hubs is semi-retired. It works out pretty well most of the time, to a great extent because I don't turn the TV on until late afternoon, so he spends a lot of time downstairs in his man-cave watching sports.

But sometimes, sorry, but I have to admit it, sometimes having him around so much just gets on my nerves.

Hubs: The car's going to take about 2 to 2 1/2 hours.
Me: OK, I'll come get you.
Hubs: No.
Me: No?
Hubs: I'm in a store nearby now, and there's a place where I can sit and have coffee too, so Im just going to wait.
Me: OK, call me if you change your mind. I won't be in the shower then either.

And now I'm starting to think that it may just be possible that I get on his nerves a time or two too.

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Pastel Shortbreads

Hubs makes the mistake of checking the weather report every day, despite the fact that I constantly remind him that it's fake news.

At the beginning of the month, he told me that it was going to finally warm up, for the whole week. But I know better than to fall for that.

Monday it was nice out. Tuesday it was nice out, so I decided to do dinner on the grill on Wednesday.

Wednesday it was freezing cold with whipping winds. Using the grill was not fun. In fact, I had a hard time lighting it.

Thursday it was nice out again.

Me: It's a conspiracy. They're out to get me. They changed the weather for one day.
Hubs: Who is it you're holding responsible for that? Mother Nature?
Me: No, it was the Chinese weather balloons.

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Thursday night he told me that it was going to be warm again on Friday. I told him that I'd plan to use the grill again, we were both craving salmon.

Friday it was warm. But I was not very happy with Hubs' communication skills.

Me: When you told me it was going to be warm out, and I said I'd do salmon on the grill, did you not think it was pertinent to mention that it was going to rain all day?
Hubs: Yeah, maybe I should have mentioned that . . .

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My friend had been in the hospital and I was really worried about her. Nobody was more worried than her husband, though, who was understandably distraught.

Once she got home, she was exhausted but feeling better. I was checking in on her and the second morning she reported that she had slept really well the night before.

Me: I'm SO glad. I hope now that you're feeling rested, you're feeling better. And I bet your husband eels better now that you've slept well too.

I read that right after I typed it, so I added:

Me: feels, not eels.


Me: I think you've got enough problems, no need to add eels into the mix . . .

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The fly on the wall may have caught a glimpse of a crazy lady this month. 

Our recycle bin is in the garage, just to the side of the door to the house. That makes it really convenient, if I'm working in the kitchen and have something to recycle, I just open the door to the garage, and throw it to my right.

It was late, but we'd had pizza for dinner and I was really thirsty. I was in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of ginger ale, and trying to be quiet about it so I didn't bother anyone. I'd finished the ginger ale, opened the door to the garage and went to drop the can in the recycle bin.

I'd forgotten that the bin was out at the curb for pick up the next day. 

Which is how I ended up in the middle of the night, wearing my pajamas, whisper-shouting "shhhhh! shhhhh!" while chasing a can rolling around the garage floor.

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I get that the boys come by their sarcastic sense of humor from me. And most of the time I appreciate it. But now and then . . . 

It was fairly early in the morning, I had poured myself a cup of coffee and was sitting on the couch. I was concentrating on playing a word game, and hadn't heard College Boy come down the stairs, until I felt him behind me.

Me: Jeez, you scared me.
College Boy: You should see you.

I think maybe he should STOP talking.



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Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

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Pastel Shortbreads         

Printable Recipe

1 1/2 sticks of butter, softened
1/2 tsp lemon extract
1/2 tsp almond extract
3/4 cup powdered sugar
1 1/2 cups flour

about 3 oz each of 2 different pastel colored candy melts
2 different colors of sanding sugar
about 3 oz white candy melts
1/2 tsp vegetable oil
multicolored round sprinkles

*Beat the softened butter with both extracts. On the lowest setting, beat in the powdered sugar and flour, just until it starts to come together. Using your hands, form a dough. Roll into a log, about 10 inches long, then wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour.
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover cookie sheets with parchment paper.
*Cut the dough, at a sharp angle, into about 24 slices, each a little less than 1/2 in thickness.
*Bake for 12 - 14 minutes, then allow to cool completely.
*Melt one color of the candy melts according to package directions and dip in one end of the cookie, about 1/3 of the way down. Sprinkle with one of the sanding sugars, and allow to set.
*Repeat with the second color on the other end of the cookies and sprinkle with the second colored sanding sugar. Allow to set.
*Partially melt the white candy melts, add the oil and melt the rest of the way. Pipe onto the middle third of the cookies. Immediately decorate with the sprinkles. Allow to set.


  1. Smiling, in fact giggling this morning. Thanks
    The recipe in spring colors is great. Donna

  2. I love when you post your typos--always so funny. And I totally get the annoyance of having hubs home more now that he works part time. Same situation here! Also--those pastel shortbreads are sooo pretty and perfect for spring!

    1. Those typos are so frustrating, but at least they provide a laugh.

  3. Your typos sure are funny. Autocorrect must have a blast with you. Speaking of eels, you may want to google "Ray Turner Delaware Delicacies". People (we've never been, and I regret it because I don't know if he's retired now-he is in his mid 70's) from all over the world come for his smoked eels. A very interesting man.

  4. Hahahahaha! Just the laughs I needed today!
    I thought of you during my Aqua-Fit class today. The instructor was having us move clockwise, then saying things like, "If you're wearing a blue swimsuit, turn around!" Etc. Then she said, "If you have any secrets you don't want anyone to know about, turn around." That's when I thought of you. And me. If we have any secrets, they get posted daily! ;)

  5. Heeheehee! Start talking, but on second thought.... I'm not sure which of these small episodes in your days has tickled me the most.

  6. OMG you made me laugh…over and over. I think I annoyed my husband too. I guess I just liked to talk more than he liked to listen. So there you have it.

  7. You sure can come up with a lot humor in a month.

    1. I bet most of us could if we sat down and thought about it.

  8. Love those short bread cookies, they look heavenly. And the talk with your hubs. I find it real satisfying to sit at coffee shops on the weekend vs other days and especially to write blog posts.

    1. I'd think it would be a fun time and place to people watch, but not the best for concentrating when trying to write.

  9. I mess up some words especially when using my phone and those tiny buttons. I misspell words and hate doing it on Twitter because there's no edit button. Those cookies are so cute.

    1. Not being able to edit a tweet is so frustrating, I've actually deleted them a few times in the past and just started over.


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