Halloween Hangover

When Rissa has stayed up too late the night before… like last night, Halloween… the next morning is… interesting. Let’s say that she is fragile.  She uses her frowny face a lot.  She grumbles.  She has been known to flop on the floor and emit a “Wailey, Wailey, Wailey!”  Traversing the space between the island…

Poulet-Vous!

It’s no secret that Rissa gets wound up at bedtime as soon as I’m in the room.  I imagine that it’s crazy breeding crazy.  I’d been in the city all day, so last night, Rissa was desperate to show me what she had created as an ‘add-on’ to her peacock costume.  “Ooooh!  Ooooh!  You have…

Thou Peevish Sheep!

Meeeeh… Yesterday morning… David had been looking forward to sleeping in.  15 more minutes of it.  He wasn’t carpooling because of an after-school literacy meeting.  He set the alarm in anticipatory joy –  there may have been some contented chortling and ‘nom, nom, nom’ noises as he snuggled into the bed.  Then, the cats fucked…

JOYFUL DISBELIEF!!

David is twisting the lids back on the peanut butter and jam.  I am looking at him incredulously –  eyes wide,  my eyebrows raised nearly to my hairline. “What?!” asks David. “It’s just…”  I’m nearly speechless.  “I never see you do that.” He snorts.  “I do too!” “HAH!  You NEVER put things away.” “I put…