He makes me laugh… (mini pooh)
From his chair in the corner, David waggles his eyebrows.
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Going to put my weekly pills into my pill cubbies, I realize that I don’t have enough of my anti-falling-down meds on hand to fill the entire week. It’s odd because usually I would have noticed the week before, and left the container on the counter to remind me. No worries, I’ll go onto my…
Cheap and Cheery Christmas Blouses
…Christmastacular fabrics…
The Great Martini Debacle of 2024
…a dirty-martini-scented oil slick.
Could be worse, could be mosquitoes
“Can I crawl home from here?”
…a… five six seven eight!!
“Whatcha doing tomorrow night?” I text Rissa. “Do you feel like having a sleepover?” “Yes! Definitely,” she responds. “Only thing on my schedule is a dance class at 8:00 pm.” “I could ride up on the subway with you and then wait while you do the class,” I suggest. “Sure that works!” “Okey dokey. What’s…
From 0 to RAGE in .5 seconds
It’s not just road rage. Although following a driver who doesn’t know how to merge, signal or meet the speed limit will most definitely set me off. “What the FUCK are you DOING?!? There is a whole lane for you to MERGE INTO!!! You don’t have to SLOW down to 10 kph you brainless WASTE…
Not THAT C Word
WARNING: Inferred VERY ADULT Content “Ugh! Ma! Can you please NOT?!?” says Rissa. “What? You have to be able to talk about these things!” I respond. “It’s the absolute WORST word to come out of your mouth! I HATE it!” She shudders. “Oh my God, Rissa, it’s just cunnili—” Rissa fake retches while simultaneously screaming….
French Toast Insanity
Labour Day morning. Contentedly lying in bed. I look over and see David reading. He smiles. I yawn, asking him what time it is. He glances over at the clock. “It’s… seven… fifty…. nope. It’s Eight o’clock.” “Boo Yeah!” I’ve managed to sleep in. We just got back from a trip overseas and have been…
The best-laid plans…
“All right. Are we doing this?” I ask, hopping up from my yoga mat. “Now?” replies David, looking up from his laptop. He’s in the midst of programming a new script app. “Now,” I say, cracking my knuckles. “Now, it is.” He shoots me a broad grin. I race him up the stairs. My clothes…