I laugh with everyone else when they post texts from their Mom peppered with profanity as the auto-correct takes hold of the device. I’m sure that if my Mom were texting me, her messages would be equally hilarious.
Typing too fast in Scrabble chat gives almost the same effect.
I’m not a ‘half-measures’ kind of gal. If I’m doing something, it’s usually at full tilt. I’m very ‘event oriented.’ I go on a blitz right up until an event starts. One year for Rissa’s birthday party, my Mom couldn’t believe that I was sewing slipcovers for the our patio cushions 5 minutes before arrival…
“Oh God… gag… gag… BLECH… shudder “What? What is it?” David asks from upstairs. “Putting molasses on top of peanut butter toast doesn’t help,” I say. “Anne-Marie was wrong.” I shudder, still gagging, as I begin to scrape the molasses layer off of my peanut butter. gag… gag… Two days ago, when I was complaining…
Last night at bedtime. “New career path Mummy! No longer will I be a chiropractor or massage therapist. I will now be… a NINJA. My catch phrase shall be “You will never see me coming!” From her position lying in the bed, Rissa launches herself up at me, pulling me flat against her chest, her…
After nearly a week of low-pressure snow squalls cavorting their way through Ontario – the sun has graced us with its presence. These barometric weather conditions offer the perfect metamorphic indredients to turn me into a sun-terrorized vampire. The back of my eye sockets proclaimed the shift in my dreams. Travelling to Australia via inter-gallactic…
“I’ve decided against cutting my own hair,” I say before heading upstairs to have my shower. “That’s probably a wise decision,” says Rissa. “Yeah, I can just wait until social distancing is over.” “Good choice.” I’m not sure exactly what happens before I make it into the shower, but somehow there are scissors in my…
This is a sarcastic dance. You know what I’m talking about ladies. It’s awesome, right? You’re sitting at the computer before bed, trying to get some work done or at least check in on the state of the universe. You’re in some sort of nightie/chemise/tank top – sans bra – because wearing a bra in…