We’re at another wedding this weekend with little time to write/edit (fingers crossed for sunshine around 3:00 p.m. for Pete & Kate), so may I please direct your attention to these:
We could make our own penicillin with some of the contents of our fridge right now. Show of hands, who else only cleans their fridge out on a quarterly or bi-annual basis? As a science experiment it’s kind of cool – as a surprise when you’re opening a container – not so much. That’s why…
“Quick! We have to distract them!” David says. “How?” Suddenly it comes to him. He lifts up his shirt, wets his finger, draws a cirle around his nipple, all the while singing Barnum’s Circus March. “Do-do-doodle-doodle-do-do-do-do….” He whispers, “It’s called ‘CLOWNING.’ Depending on the patterning around your nipple – it will act as a code.”…
Had to share this video from the Netherlands… Two Dutch television hosts Dennis Storm and Valerio Zena offered to experience the pain of childbirth. Of course their birthing experience didn’t include vomiting, involuntary pooping/diarrhea, bursting facial blood vessels, having a ‘taint’ torn/sliced and then sutured after the fact… but good on them for being guinea…
So you know how I posted about Jeff Buckley’s cover of Hallelujah? I didn’t reckon it would shuffle onto our playlist last night as we were driving home from Toronto, nor did I think that it would make me cry for a completely different and soul-shattering reason than at the beginning of the day. I’m…
“Have you seen my puffer?” “I think it was in the bathroom.” “I’ve checked there.” “Have you checked on the kitchen table?” “I’ve checked on the kitchen table. I’ve checked under the kitchen table.” “Have you checked on the bathroom counter?” “I’ve checked on the counter. I’ve checked behind the counter. I’ve checked in the…
It’s like every time I have ever reminded her has NEVER happened. Because there it was. In the sink. The empty apple juice bottle, from which Rissa had poured her morning juice, sitting there, IN THE FREAKING SINK!!!! “RISSA!!!!” I grab the bottle and hold it aloft – an impromptu weapon. “Yes Mummy?” She comes…