“Mummy, do you know where the plastic container with the clicking lid is?” “No. I do not. I’m not sure where it went. Maybe Daddy took it to school.” Rissa sighs deeply. I barely hear her say, “I call her ‘Clicky’.” “Pardon me?” Rissa now speaks loudly and clearly. “I call her ‘Clicky’.” “Did you…
Thud. Thud. Thud. Yowl. Yowl. David and I share a glance. Shake our heads. Thud. Thud. More pitiful yowl. “I don’t understand why she has to be in here with us. Rissa’s door is wide open – she could just be in there.” Thud. Thud. THUD. We jump. “She put her whole body into that…
Rissa asks. At bedtime. “Pardon?” “Which face? If you had to rate them?” “This?” She does her best impersonation of a bucktoothed gopher with a cold. “This?” She looks like she’s been hit in the head with a shovel at her left jawline – lips all askew across her face. “This?” She sticks her tongue…
WARNING: THERE IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION IN THIS POST On account of the fact that when it’s this lackadaisical, only when we we’re not exhausted, happen to be on the same bio-rhythms kind of encounter, my body feels like this the next the day. And we weren’t trying anything new here. We were doing our…
After nearly a week of low-pressure snow squalls cavorting their way through Ontario – the sun has graced us with its presence. These barometric weather conditions offer the perfect metamorphic indredients to turn me into a sun-terrorized vampire. The back of my eye sockets proclaimed the shift in my dreams. Travelling to Australia via inter-gallactic…
“My friends think I’m a monster,” says Rissa. My spoonful of Rice Chex stops an inch from my mouth. “Because why?” “Because I don’t eat cereal.” I shoot her a disbelieving glance before shoveling my cereal into my mouth. I chew thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. Then I shake my head. “I don’t get…
Because 3000 sq feet of furniture from a 2.5 story century home will not fit into a 1500 sq foot 1.5 story… even older century home. No matter how much we might want it to. David’s a list maker. It calms him – it gives him purpose. So we took his laptop and went from…
But you know how it goes. You’ve just showered. You notice that at least one of the bulbs in the bathroom light fixture has died. You know that if you don’t fix it now, you won’t remember to do it later. So off I went, starkers, down the hall. “It’s okay, I’m taking care of…
It’s not just me, right? Other works in this series include: The counter above the dishwasher is NOT the dishwasher! I am NOT your sink whore! and Tea Towels are NOT dishcloths!
Remember when you were a kid, and you ate the fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza so fast that the roof of your mouth became stuccoed with blisters? Afterwards, your tongue couldn’t help but play with the damaged skin of your palate – feeling out all of those bumps. For hours, even days afterward (depending on how hot the…