She’s getting a bit portly. Time for the “healthy weight” kibble, I guess. Please talk about whatever.
About Betty Cracker
Florida woman, boxer wrangler and football hooligan currently deep-fat frying something in a humid swamp somewhere.
Entries by Betty Cracker
TBogg was all set to deprive us of his wit and bassets, but Ms. Hamsher talked him out of it. As far as I’m concerned, that makes up for the unfortunate Grover Norquist thing. Well done, Ms. Hamsher.
We finally got a taste of winter down here in sunny Florida; it got down into the 30s last night. My hubby dragged all of his tomato and pepper plant seedlings into the house. I hope there are no snakes lurking in the 30 or so containers. We’re going to put a pot of red […]
I recently developed a taste for Chai tea, so I purchased a kettle to make it at home. Whenever the kettle comes to a boil and starts whistling, my two dogs rush into the kitchen, bristling, growling and ready to rip apart the creature making that detestable shriek. Then they look confused when I take […]
On Planet Earth this morning, my family and I got up, breakfasted on scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and orange juice. Then my husband left for work, and shortly thereafter, I drove my daughter to school and came back home. At no point during our morning routine were we required to employ an AR-15 to lay […]
Sorry about the ad, but you can skip it in five seconds. RE: this song — I can’t quite explain it; I’ve always just liiiiiiked it…
I’m a partisan, so I don’t completely trust my initial reactions to political events, but I thought Marco Rubio’s SOTU response was a Jindal-class disaster. It wasn’t just the odd, swooping duck to retrieve the water bottle and panicky-eyed glugging: The content of the speech seemed off. It was as if Rubio were responding to […]