Poohsticks from A. A. Milnes’ The House at Pooh Corner. Illustration by E.H. Shepherd We played Poohsticks last weekend. We had to be careful, and not cross the bridge willy-nilly on account of the fact that, for a small country road in Lanark County, there’s a lot of traffic. David, Rissa and I gathered…
Protecting the masses from my nipples. NOT because I was all het up. But because it was 12 freaking degrees in our house. We got home from a weekend visiting my parents and walked into a house where I’m pretty sure I could see my breath. And, as a direct consequence, my breasts. Well,…
This is NOT me eating something bad for me.. To chocolate. And salty foods. And apparently Rusty Nails… My healthful ingesting self-control seems to be at an all-time low. What the hell is wrong with me? And what am I eating now? Chocolate covered pretzels. They were a gift. How was the gifter to know…
Every morning outside our door, the cats lie in wait. Pawing first. Then head-butting. Then heaving their shoulders into it. Chirping, meowing, then yowling follows. Lola’s the yowler. She yowls when Minuit growls then bites her. Minuit is NOT a morning cat. Steve, our dopey orange male, runs up and down the upstairs hallway any…
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…
Yesterday morning it was 16 degrees in our house. I met Rissa in the kitchen – she was bundled into her ginormous bathrobe, over which she had thrown on my down-filled winter coat. She was breathing on her hands to warm them. My first thought: Dear God, the boiler has given up the ghost, we’re…
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…
Thank you so much Bad Word Mama for nominating me for the Liebster Award! Very kind of you indeed. It is always nice to know that someone thinks well of you. And that someone thinks well enough to encourage you to post a kick-ass graphic and share the love with other bloggers? Pretty gratifying. Nice…
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…