This morning was less dramatic than yesterday's mouse-inspired fright fest.
My cat, Sassy, is a wild little thing.
I adopted her about two years ago and am guessing she's about 2 ½. She still acts like a kitten – tearing around my house, carrying toys in her mouth and generally having a bad (but cute) attitude.
I needed a quick dessert recipe for a dish to take to a bonfire last weekend.
I found this recipe for Apple Peanut Butter Cookies in a magazine I brought home from our most recent Taste of Home Cooking School.
The recipe was pretty simple, and the cookies were soft and chewy.
This summer, I bought a gorgeous pair of cowboy boots from Pard's in Urbana.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To sleep in The News-Gazette.
Lately, I've been checking out some blogs on which people write about altering clothing, or “refashioning.”