My New Best Friend & My New Tasting Room. Hey, It’s All About Appliances!

A while back, I’d ordered some puppy stuff from to be delivered in Georgia for Peanut. The Fed-ex guy dropped the box off at the door, and before he could hop back in his truck, I ran out the door to shout Thanks! He was surprised to see me home and, without stopping for a beat, asked me: 

Hey, do you have an ice machine? 

I replied yes, and wanted to also boast about my dishwasher and oven, but he immediately grabbed an empty Big Gulp from his cupholder, handed it to me (with the straw and lid still attached), and asked if I could fill his cup with ice. 

*Suz looks around to see if she’s on a hidden camera show* 

It dawned on me then that I’d read on the ‘hood Facebook group that John, our Fed-Ex guy was a beloved staple, so I asked him to come in while I got his ice. 

He entered the foyer and spoke to both dogs; we chatted across the room while I filled up his cup.

I handed him my precious ice filled cup, he thoroughly thanked me, wished me a great day, and departed for his truck. I’m pretty sure he was heading to the neighbor’s house for a ham sandwich. 

gratuitous photo of Peanut for our Christmas card photo. By the way, that IS her face. 24/7.


Who doesn’t want to combine laundry time with wine time? 

Ernie, you’ll appreciate this appliance part of my post. 

We have fridge space issues at our GA house. We dislike the kitchen fridge; it’s so inefficient space-wise.

My biggest complaint is that I never have space for my white wine. I really needed (ok, wanted) a designated Wine cooler. But, where do I put one? No space was available in the kitchen, mudroom, or pantry. I could easily fit one downstairs on the terrace level, but that was inconvenient for me and we all know I don’t want to be inconvenienced. For a minute I thought about putting one in our home office, just off the bedroom. That would have been very convenient for breakfast mimosas, but let’s be real, it’s too far for happy hour.

I didn’t need a large cooler, just big enough to keep a few bottles cold. You know, for say Tuesday night.


Let me introduce you to my new Tasting Room. Would you like a crisp rose’, a Sauvignon Blanc or perhaps some Tide Pods?

I’m kidding I don’t have Tide Pods, they’re too tempting!

I found this skinny wine fridge online, ordered it from (where I’ve bought fans, plumbing & lighting fixtures) on Sunday, and it arrived on Tuesday. OF THE SAME WEEK. It holds seven bottles and is only 6″ wide. It’s like my laundry room was waiting for it!

Raise your hand if you’d like to come over and work on some stain treatments AND a glass of vino!

Am I the only one who has invited their delivery guy INTO their home? Am I crazy-crazy or crazy good?


Thankful, Grateful, Belly-full, Chad-less

We had an amazing Thanksgiving in the Mountains and all my chickens came to roost.. Or visit. Or eat. You know what I mean.

Lolo was scheduled to work, but at the last minute her sergeant gave her some time off; she and Mattis drove up on Wednesday. (She’s on light duty, still recovering from knee surgery, so she wasn’t ‘needed’, for which I’m thankful for)

Nathan has been away doing intense Bomb Squad Training in Alabama for six weeks, so it was only a 3 hour drive for him to come and see us.

My Cuz Patrick came to visit my Aunt Trisha and Uncle Jim who are only 8 minutes away. I still pinch myself that they are so close.

Linds, her BF Mike, Coach’s dad and step mom flew up on Wednesday, so we almost had the whole FamDamily.

It had been terribly cold prior to their arrival; mornings at 27*-30*, with afternoon highs of 43*. I know for my Canadian and Northern friends, that’s nothing, but for us thin blooded Florida people: It was freeze random-body-parts-off-cold. On Wednesday, the weather Gods threw us a bone and we were now having temps around 55*-60* in the afternoon. We could finally use our deck and porch area, which is always a good thing.

Wednesday night was Pizza Night. The Coach loves making pizza in his authentic wood fired oven; this is a fun time for all of us. He’s got mad pizza tossing skills!

FUN FACT: Did I ever share that Coach worked in a popular pizza restaurant in our home town while in High School? This place was the bomb and I should know because my Mom was a waitress there for many years; I spent many an afternoon filling up salt shakers and stealing maraschino cherries from behind the bar. We moved from the area only three years before Coach started working there.

Back to present day…

Our time together involved lots of dog holding, lunch on the deck, fire pit s’mores, a ‘when is this game gonna end’ of Uno and lots of laughter. Oh, and FOOD.

Cue the Random Photo Montage:


Recently, we had some trees removed because of invasive Asian beetles and the tree guys took it upon themselves to rid us of our hanging chad. Had I been here, I would have asked them to leave it and let Mother Nature do her thing in time. I had a love-hate relationship with Chad. RIP CHAD.

Our view has forever changed, but I’m really NOT complaining.

So, how was your day?

Did you have endless amounts of fun mixed in with endless amounts of cleaning up pee accidents? Those, by the way were not from the humans laughing, but the dogs.


Pre Thanksgiving {Putting Off Priorities} Peanut Update

I have a bazillion things to do, but here I am at my ‘puter.

Things I’ve said this past week:

What were we thinking?

She’s a hawt mess.

Good Lord. This DOG!!!

There is something seriously wrong with her.

My husband has repeatedly said: She’s a puppy.

Me: Nope, she has been dropped on her head at least thrice.

I will not share the nasty details of why I think this because it’s quite disgusting, but this girl was either trapped/locked in a crate/box for, I have no idea how long. I’m just hoping these disgusting habits can be trained out of her. I will be contacting a professional because this is beyond my wheelhouse.

ThankYouBabyJesus there are some cute antics that almost make up for the disgusting stuff.


Like, how long can I stay mad when she’s eager to assist with the laundry?

And there is nothing cuter than when she’s sleeping.

I take back the cute sleeping part because when it’s actually bed time, she wants to be ON TOP OF ME, which I can kind of understand, people dream of that stuff, but I’m a ‘need my own space’ while sleeping girl, so this has become a battle of wits. Also, does she have so snore so loud DIRECTLY IN MY EARHOLE?

We should have named her Bunny because look at her butt and look at that hop up the deck stairs.

We’re enjoying our Georgia time, but it’s a bit chilly for Lillie; who knew our Georgia rescue girl was really a Florida girl? Aside from the cold, she’s had some not-so-good days and just when I think it’s time to make That Phone Call For That Decision, she rallies and acts like her old self.

Ok. I really should be cleaning and prepping for guests and Turkey day; I’ve put it off for far too long.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends in the USA and Happy third week of November to everyone else.

I’m VERY thankful for all of you who visit my little spot on the Internet. XOXO

I’m Requesting More Hours In The Day and I’m A Glutton For Punishment: Our New Refugee.

I’m having a hellofa time keeping up with everything lately. Remember back when we were in lockdown and how we hated it? Well, I’d give my left middle finger to be locked down for a few weeks. I’m tired of going to the places AND doing the things.

Oh, and this:

*sigh*. We’re fine, just some rain & wind & wind & rain. None of which, is good for my hair.

I’ve not had time to write a proper blog post and when I’ve had a minute to do some blog reading, my blog reader is FULL of new posts. You are some talky people, aren’t you?

Can You Volunteer For A Lobotomy?

We added a small amount of chaos into our lives this past week.

Sure, she’s adorable looks like a fruit bat mated with an opossum when she’s sleeping. But that lasts about 10 minutes and the rest of the time she’s peeing, begging for food or peeing.

I’ve said forever that I would never get a puppy, nor would I ever purchase a dog.Well, I didn’t purchase, but she IS a bonafide puppy. She’s a rescue refugee from Ukraine.

To answer a few possible questions:

She’s an almost five month old French Bulldog that doesn’t speak French, Ukrainian or English.

After much debate we named her Peanut. Who would have thought naming a dog would be so hard…I mean, I had to share creative control with the Coach or else she’d be named Sasha or Nikita. He might have thought he was a rapper for a minute when he wanted to name her Shawty. Shawty?

Lillie has been fine with her; mostly indifferent, but she also has a little spring in her step.

Watching the damn rain.

I’ll share all the details soon, but first, we are busy with friends, family, Thanksgiving. You know, All The Things.

I’ll catch up (or not) with you guys later in the month, or when I have a free moment.

If you need me, I’ll be found wandering the yard (potty training) carrying training treats in my sports bra or in the house cleaning up pee.