Wedding Weekend Roundup

Meeeeh… Yesterday morning… David had been looking forward to sleeping in.  15 more minutes of it.  He wasn’t carpooling because of an after-school literacy meeting.  He set the alarm in anticipatory joy –  there may have been some contented chortling and ‘nom, nom, nom’ noises as he snuggled into the bed.  Then, the cats fucked…

TI-I-I-IME’S NOT ON MY SIDE… NO IT AIN’T… What with two house showings this weekend and an all-day Peter Pan rehearsal Sunday – editing time is nigh on non-existent.  So here are some links to previous posts: Salsa Counts as a Vegetable right?, Underwear Addict, 23 Days Later and The Fabulous Lesbian Muffcrats  and for…

“I have a plan!” he says.  “I know what we can use!” “For what?” “Your outside angina.”    “Excuse me?”  I gave him the “I couldn’t have possibly heard that correctly”  look. He rolls his eyes at me.  “AN–gina.  I said Angina.” “Okay, that makes WAY more sense to me.  I was a bit confused…

Flyers… oh, sweet, non-denominational deity, the holiday flyers that have begun arriving at our house.  GIANT EXPERTS’ SALE!  HOLIDAY BLOWOUTS!  BREED YOUR OWN REINDEER! I want, nay verily, I NEED, a Self-Shaping Pre-Lit 8′ Fir Tree for a mere $399.00!  No wait!  There is a 7′ Pre-Lit Flocked Blue Spruce which has FAKE SNOW on…

WARNING: LANGUAGE Rissa was snuggled into her bed.  I was lying beside her.  From the main floor we heard David: “BLAAAAARGH!!!!!!  SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!! ARGH!!  FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” Followed by “I’m FINE!. FUCK!!!  I’M FINE!“ David stomp, stomp stomps back up the stairs.   “Grumble, grumble, grumble…”  “What happened?” I asked, maintaining a straight face….

I live in an amazing century home.  Built in 1906, by one of the prominent local builders in my town, it is a bonafide grand home…  2.5 stories…  Triple brick… It has a formal front staircase and two, count them, TWO, back staircases.  A butler’s pantry, claw-footed bathtub, original stained glass, french doors.  I love…