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The Ants Aren’t My Friends

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My beef isn’t especially with the chemical ingredients in Raid. The active ingredients in the ant spray I just used — imiprothrin and cypermethrin,…

Stumped (Part 1)

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My gloves were soaked and I wasn’t. At least not like I wanted to be. The sweat was pouring off of me like the…

Fossil fool

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So we were nestled in the front seats in a little Honda Accord coupe for a test drive. Sporty, fun, comfortable. But there was…

Dried and true

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Jenn’s becoming a master at preserving fresh food through canning. Even if it does mean we had to find space in the little house…

Kick-acid

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In the South, the air is as thick as the barbecue sauce isn’t. It’s a case where the combination of hot and wet doesn’t…

Chair-ity case

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Someone who darns a toe-hole in a sock is thrifty. Someone who breaks into Dumpsters to salvage just-tossed-out food might go too far. I…

The full fonty

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Finally finished tweaking Dashley, the groovy font I based on my friend Ashley’s even groovier handwriting. (I wrote about it last weekend.) So this…

Font savant?

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A buddy of mine at work — to protect his identity, let’s just call him Jeff Henderson — recently planned a vacation around a…