(I think wordpress hit sugar crash yesterday afternoon; I tried forever to get this written and posted yesterday. Everything was borked.) In the wee hours of the morning, when the adults are still snoozing, young boys awaken and sneak down …
Dear Insurance Company, Maybe the rates to insure my flock of musical instruments wouldn’t go up every year if you didn’t find it necessary to send me reminder letters that my premium is due six weeks before the due date! …
Well, you know you’ve really become a wine-sotted Happy Homemaker when you start obsessing about vacuums. I don’t understand it. One day I was a musician, tootling away happily, and the next thing I knew, I was scouring websites for …
I’m done. Tired of trying to figure out what to do next with my life. Tired of being a slave to the to-do list. Tired of getting up in the morning and just piddling til I go to bed at …
But sometimes there just aren’t any. I had originally planned to write here about A’s appointment yesterday at the Eosinophilic Esophagitis clinic down at Children’s, and how disappointed I was that nothing really came out of it. They’re kerflumoxed as …
The theme of the day is: I can’t really say a whole lot more than that, ’cause I get all choked up and teary. And then I have to go blow my nose, and the honking and snot tend to …
Oh, I searched to find more freaky as hell stuff in my coupons today, oh how I searched. But the “could hold two small squirmy piglets” bra and the “for the truly unsexed” mens jeans just couldn’t hold a candle …
I have a guest post over at Mom to the Screaming Masses, while Carmen is enjoying a much needed break in Mexico. Lucky woman. I’m being held hostage to my husband’s tv surfing (just sat through Superbad, now it’s Caddyshack); …
Overheard at bathtime… A: Dad! I know what what my pen!$ is made out of! When it’s soft, it’s made of cartilage. And sometimes it gets hard like a bone and it’s made of bone. Me out in the hallway: …
Cheers: the expected blizzard had a midnight hookup with a dry weather pattern and instead of a foot of snow we got maybe two inches. Jeers: It’s still colder’n a witches tit in a brass bra with strong winds. Cheers: …
