“Is there such a thing as ‘Cosplay?’ ” I ask. David raises an eyebrow. We’re still lying in bed, the alarm has just gone off. He yawns. “Uhhhhh…. yeah. Costume Play. Like people who dress up from Star Trek or Anime or Marvel characters.” “I was having this dream last night and it was all…
“Are they going to fit in?” “I’m trying to make them,” says Rissa. “I swear to you that these breasts were not this large in June.” “I think you might be right.” “What is going on?!?” “I don’t know, Mummy.” Rissa huffs, as she places her knee in my back to gain leverage. “You can’t…
“Just so you know, if they tell me I have to amputate the arm to save my life, I’m not going to fight them.” David doesn’t even pause. “Damned straight, you’re not. That sucker’s coming off!” “For the first little while, until I have a proper prosthetic, I’ll have arm proxies. Like when I…
“Rissa!!! BEST WALK EVER!!!” “It was?” “YES!! One cat on the way there… Three, no wait! FOUR cats on the way back…” “Two cats there, Mummy. You saw two cats on the way over.” We had walked Rissa over to her friend’s house. “I did?” “Yes, the long-haired dark grey one and a tabby.” “I…
“You guys just don’t understand!!” “Nobody else’s mother does this, you know…” mutters Rissa. “Yes, but this needs to be documented! I’ve been suffering for at least two weeks now!” I’m sitting in front of the webcam. “She’s right Heather, this is weird… even for you,” David chimes in. “Why are you guys laughing?” “Why?”…
What’s most difficult, is telling them all apart. I’ve had to invest in a high-resolution magnifying glass in order to differentiate. I’m thinking of sewing wee little smocks with their names on them. Alistair, Bernice, Connal, Dee, Ernest… I’m going for asexual in style – I don’t want to limit them. Should they decide in…
My friend Matt made me a drink a couple of weekends back: bourbon, ginger ale, lime juice, mint, a sugar cube and ice – you know, to cool it all off and make it perfect for sipping in the backyard. Just typing the ingredient list sets my salivary glands headlong into a sweet drool. I…
Just a while back, I had a bra-piphany. I was saved. I learned that I could spin my bra so that I wouldn’t have to do it up in the back, thereby saving me from further damage to the rotator cuff on my right arm and also saving me from having to replace my entire…
Oh, those iconic 80s dance films…. Quick! Name the winners! For me it’s three Fs, a D and a W – Fame, Flashdance and Footloose – Dirty Dancing and White Nights. Rissa had already seen Footloose, Dirty Dancing and White Nights – I got it into my head that she needed to see the other…
“CHIPMUNK!!“ “Where? Where?” “There, by the BBQ – Lola’s losing her mind” Lola is at the screen door, nose pressed to the mesh, tail flicking, teetch chattering. “There! Do you see him?” “Where?” “There! Now he’s by the post!” “Where?” “There! Now he’s by the bike tire…” *** “BUNNY!!!!“ “Where? Where?” “There! Half way…