I said to David, as I watched him in the bathroom this morning. He was in his boxer shorts, shaving in the other mirror, and it struck me how loose they were and that they wouldn’t give a guy ANY support for his manly bits. That’s why I asked. He looked at me, confused for…
Detail from: http://www.etsy.com/listing/94665109/sick-girl-vfisit-by-mother-nun-1890s I hate, hate, HATE – this part of being a Mom. Rissa has a stomach bug. She’s so pale. Almost as tall as me, yet as I’m smoothing her back while she woofs her cookies into the porcelain, I feel so freaking helpless. She’s a delicate woofer – no over-the-top gagging, just…
Warning: Adult Sexual Content Sunday morning, I gently wake. Snuggling into David in bed. He moves his arm so that I can rest my head on his chest. I make yummy noises. This is perfection. I run my hand over his chest and then downward. “Well ‘Hello Sailor!’” Nothing like being given a full salute…
David wants to amputate his right leg… and replace it instead with a sproingy prosthetic. He has a pinched sciatic nerve – which if he were to actually see the chiropractor and/or physiotherapist, he could probably fix. But right now he thinks the best idea would be to amputate said limb and get a cool…
Every time. Every single time. When I open a can of tuna – I end up with tuna sweater, or tuna shirt or tuna blouse or tuna dress. If I have long sleeves on – I end up smelling like a fish market… I met David at the door the other day, wrapped my arms…
You never know how much time you really spend naked until your kid has a sleepover. Thursday night, Rissa had three other friends sleep over, and I had to make a concerted effort NOT to be naked in my own home. I had to close doors, I had to take a bathrobe with me when…