what a doosh.

{and yes, I know, it’s really douche. All will be made clear, I promise.} It started innocently enough. Well, as much as a Saturday night with the gleesome threesome including the Beesome can be considered innocent. Soon enough though, the bevvies started flowing, and the silliness began. Somehow, a dachshund gained a Scottish accent, became a doosh hound and we […]

because I need another hobby.

Or two. Alternately entitled, I know nothing about a craft ban. It’s a cloudy rainy old day here at Chez Dove. And my spring cleaning is so far behind I don’t know if I could be bothered catching up. Well, I DO want to, but there are lots of things trying their hardest to distract me. Like when the postie […]