What do you call it?
We’re sitting at the kitchen table. Rissa is watching Sex and the City on her phone while she enjoys her cinnamon raisin toast
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I am now THAT old.
This is the week. It’s the week that I bought a high-end bird feeder so that I can watch the birds from my kitchen window and I discovered that, from the side, I have jowls…
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The brain, she don’t work like she used to…
As I’m writing, I know exactly the word I want to use. It means getting up, but in a sexy, Regency romance kind of way…
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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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Like wet dog and old towels…
I come down this morning – all ready to bite into the meat of the day…
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Kev? Buddy. What did you do?
As I’m writing at the kitchen table, I intermittently glance out the window – enjoying flashes of flora and fauna in our backyard. The Engleman’s Ivy lushly embraces the pergola, the grass is green, there are birds and squirrels, and… a… fox? As I lean to the side of my computer screen, desperate to catch…
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Full Contact Hide and Seek
David is looking pretty excited, but he manages to tone down a manic grin. “Hide and Seek would be okay,” he says nonchalantly…
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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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Ménage à Moi Miscommunication
I got it into my head that I wanted to have some sexy time once we reached the bedroom…
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ALL THE BAD WORDS
“I GIVE UP!!” I yowl, flopping down on the living room floor, desperately trying to ground myself as I drag my fingers through the carpet fibers…
