Does anyone else do this kind of stuff with their daughter?
This picture will make more sense at the end of the post So at dinner last week we were talking about irregular heartbeats. You know… for fun… “You used to have a heart murmur,” I tell Rissa. “When you were a baby.” “What’s a heart murmur?” “It’s like an extra heart beat on top of…
Last winter, to ward off cold air chest pain, David purchased me my very own Cold Avenger / Darth Vader mask. Well, it’s winter once again, and though Ontario’s November was pretty damned temperate, December has been colder than a witch’s tit the last little while. Not generally a problem for most stalwart Canadians,…
“Hey Mummy, would you say this is weird?” Says Rissa, upon her arrival home from school. She pokes her head around the corner and sticks her tongue out of her mouth and makes this noise: “Lardl-lardl-lardl-lardl…” “Yes. I would say that is weird.” “How ’bout this?” She ducks out of view for a second and…
From MotivatedPhotos.com No seriously. She really is. It hits her at bedtime. She loses her mind. But only with me. Not with David. She retains sanity for her father, and abandons it ALL for me. ALL OF IT. Tonight, as I was lying beside her with my book at 9:45 p.m., she would NOT stop…
The potatoes in the chicken corn chowder should have been cooked. They’d been in the crock pot for 8 hours. Instead they were crunchy. After 8 hours in the crock pot – they were still raw, crunchy potatoes. Tried to nuke the chicken corn chowder, but cooking everything together just made the creamy parts curdle. …
Driiiiiiiiip. Driiiiiiiiip. Driiiiiiiiip. Fuck. Nope. No, I am not going to look. I don’t need to look, because that problem has been solved. The leaky roof above of our kitchen ceiling has been fixed. IT. HAS. BEEN. FIXED. Driiiiiiiiip. Driiiiiiiiip. Driiiiiiiiip. For the love of… I square my shoulders and stand up. I walk over…