Dear Amy Einhorn Books/Putnam: Please let Jenny Lawson rest. Please. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened was on the NY Times Best-Seller list for 4 months – often in the top 15 books. You’ve made TONNES of money off it. She’s done her bit with touring and readings and book signings and BIG SURPRISE she ended…
Her name is Jelly. Jelly Bean. Jelly is blind in one eye, mostly deaf and breaks wind as only an elderly bulldog can. She is in our care until Monday. She is a french bulldog and, according to Rissa, near perfection. Essence de Jelly. “This dog. THIS dog. Is the BEST dog in the entire…
It’s official – we are slaves to the internet. Thankfully the internet does not manifest as Jabba the Hutt and I don’t have to wear a bikini with a collar and leash – so that’s a plus. (Although to many, this might be deemed a perk.) Not the Internet While in Toronto last week, we…
So, in spite of having spent hours and hours exhausting her body in dance intensive camp – Rissa was still wired at bedtime. I made her chew a mental calmness stress-relax tab as soon as she got into bed. Before she read for 10 minutes. I was trying to forestall the onslaught that is Rissa. …
So pretty much every time I’m in the shower, I lose half of my hair. David says I’m exaggerating. But it’s not like he can feel the ever-widening bits of scalp on his head. Okay, I might be exaggerating… The math wouldn’t work. If it were true, I’d be completely bald by now. It…
Okay… So neck hair… What the pooh? First off, why do women even GET neck hair? Does HRT get rid of neck hair? If it does, damn the health consequences – I’m in! Yes, I’m that vain. You get more vain the wrinklier and hairier you get. Secondly, half the time you can’t SEE the…
What Canadians say instead of “um.” I am not rich enough to warrant my politeness. I paid $26 for a buffet breakfast this morning, because I didn’t want to offend the waitress. See, she’d already poured me juice… I was unwilling to abandon a tumbler of orange juice on account of the fact that I…
So as I’m up to my armpits in rock opera, I don’t have a lot of spare time, so I thought I’d post this from June: Eggshells Under Their Feet Yesterday morning I awoke in the midst of another horrific hot flash. Stumbling and growling all the way down the stairs – David and Rissa’s…
No time to post this yesterday – better late than never… Couldn’t find a pic of Alfred E. Newman in drag as an over-protective mother So today is the first day of Rissa’s aerial arts circus camp. At the end of her day, she will be catching a bus, riding to the subway, then taking…
Rissa has always been a little off-centre. I was about to say that I blame David for that, but I couldn’t type it with a straight face. Instead, I shall say that we are equally bad influences, but in good ways. I do think that she gets her sense of humour from him. The pair…