In lieu of writing…
I am posting this… and so usher in the beginning of the holiday season… Merry Christmas!
(Who knew that Kmart had it in ’em?)
I am posting this… and so usher in the beginning of the holiday season… Merry Christmas!
(Who knew that Kmart had it in ’em?)
“Do you qualify for our discount today?” “What discount?” I asked. Even though, from the moment the word ‘discount’ left her lips, in the back of my head, I knew what she was going to say. But in that 1/4 of a second it took her to reply, I found myself silently begging… Please don’t say…
I slept in this morning. All the way to 6:00 a.m. before bodily urges had me rising. Still warm and sleepy, I attempted to crawl back into my toasty bed, snuggled next to my husband but was foiled by Florence. No, I thought. No! You’re going back to sleep! You still have half an hour! …
There he is, seated on the love-seat next to the kitchen. In his striped onesie. Trying to blow his nose. “Morning love,” I say. “Borning,” he manages. He is adorable. “You hungry?” “Yeb, pleebe.” “How about some eggs?” He nods sadly. “Pleebe.” Poor guy looks so exhausted. I know that he didn’t sleep well last…
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 hate this game more than anything in the world,” says Rissa as we finish. My heart sinks. I’ve had such hopes. She’s an avid reader now – she knows so many words. I only tried to guide her word choices a… uh… few… (okay 6) times. She wanted to put down kinesis, but would…
Yesterday, we began renovations on our new home. Today, my neck, back and achilles tendons no longer work. Eight years ago, when we started the same process on our present home, I don’t remember feeling like this. I remember holding the mini-jack hammer and cackling with joy as I exposed the brick in our kitchen….