What did you do with YOUR March Break?
When I get to the bedroom, David is doing deep lunges…
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Libido-Schmibido…
In peri-menopause, my maturing ovaries ruled my higher brain function. Those wee organs were in the driver’s seat for a long time. Many, many, many months…
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French Toast Insanity
Labour Day morning. Contentedly lying in bed. I look over and see David reading. He smiles. I yawn, asking him what time it is. He glances over at the clock. “It’s… seven… fifty…. nope. It’s Eight o’clock.” “Boo Yeah!” I’ve managed to sleep in. We just got back from a trip overseas and have been…
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The best-laid plans…
“All right. Are we doing this?” I ask, hopping up from my yoga mat. “Now?” replies David, looking up from his laptop. He’s in the midst of programming a new script app. “Now,” I say, cracking my knuckles. “Now, it is.” He shoots me a broad grin. I race him up the stairs. My clothes…
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All caulk, all the time…
As I lay on the floor sobbing, my arms and legs desperately trying to absorb any emotionally grounding properties from the carpet fibres, it became immediately apparent that visual chaos makes me crazy(er)…
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Middle-aged crazy woman
“MOTHERFUCKER!” I exclaim vehemently and quietly – because I’m in the backyard and our adjacent neighbours have kids and I don’t want those kids to start randomly yelling MOTHERFUCKER, and then laying the blame at the feet of the middle-aged, crazy woman whose backyard abuts theirs…
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My New Superpower
In spite of our best efforts, this week’s pancakes are mostly crap…
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You put your snorkel where?!?
It’s the cannabis brownie. That’s why we’re laughing…
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The Humpback near the Cenotaph
I swear I was not being intentionally disrespectful. I just couldn’t take it any more…
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THE PANIC LIAR
David sucks at stopping conversations. When he has the opportunity to make a declarative statement that will allow him to be able to walk away? He can’t do it…
