“I have a plan!” he says. “I know what we can use!” “For what?” “Your outside angina.” “Excuse me?” I gave him the “I couldn’t have possibly heard that correctly” look. He rolls his eyes at me. “AN–gina. I said Angina.” “Okay, that makes WAY more sense to me. I was a bit confused…
Rissa repels blankets. She starts the night all cozy underneath the sheets and duvet and comforter and afghan, all of which she apparently needs to have. “I like the WEIGHT, Mummy. It’s almost like there’s an elephant on me.” David and I reckon we can upgrade to a lead blanket or, perhaps chain mail –…
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…
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…
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…
I’m not sure if it’s the worst sound that I’ve ever woken to, but it’s in the top three*… All toasty warm – sleeping in past 8:00 a.m. on a weekend… Someone else in the house has fed the felines… Dozing, thinking of delicious things that I might do to my spouse, when I hear…
So the other day after my walk, I had a small reserve of energy and I thought that I’d mow the lawn. David usually does it but I was thinking I’d get major spouse points if I did it for him. Except I couldn’t start it. I tried like 10 freaking times to yank the…
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…
David arrives home, a little later than usual. “I have things for you,” he says, before running back out to the car. “Oh really?” He comes back, hefting a full bag of firewood and making He-Man- look-how-strong-I-am noises. “Firewood?” “In case you’re cold.” He says as he runs out once more. (Yesterday, I’d had a…
We could make our own penicillin with some of the contents of our fridge right now. Show of hands, who else only cleans their fridge out on a quarterly or bi-annual basis? As a science experiment it’s kind of cool – as a surprise when you’re opening a container – not so much. That’s why…