In the fall (which starts in early August for Maddy), and right up until the leaves have to be chipped out of the frozen tundra (aka our suburban patch of dead grass and hibernating thistles), Maddy … [Read more...]
They Don’t Make ‘Em Like they Used To – Or Do We Have the Repair Skills of a Rock?
Bikes. Damn the bikes all to hell. Now before you go thinking that it's my discomfort with the outdoors (I can HEAR you calling me 'diva' inside your head you know) or you decide to get … [Read more...]
