Yes. I used to placate my mother when, in her 40s and 50s, she would say “Is it hot in here?” Our whole family would. My father, brother and I would say “PHEW!! Yes, MAN is it HOT! Steaming!!!” She was not amused, and she always said to me, “It’ll come back to haunt you,…
I thought the cold was done. Kaput. Finito. I was misinformed. I woke up this morning and I was – to quote Will Farrell – “a cotton-headed ninny muggins.” I was in freaking La La Land. Eyes, ears, balance? Blurry, plugged, OFF. And I’m not sure, but I might have had a seizure this…
Sometime today, I got it in my head that the perfect graphic for the blog would be a dung beetle pushing… yep, you guessed it… a ball of pooh. So I started looking for pictures of dung beetles and then it struck me – WAIT A SECOND! We HAVE pictures of a dung beetle pushing…
Children are plague carriers. Mine gave me her wretched cold. But on the plus side I just got to type ‘wretched,’ so that’s good. I think I have mucous behind my eyes. Colds don’t completely knock you out but they do limit your brain power and as I have shit to do, this is an…
Bedtime is the best. Especially when you have a 12 year old daughter who is still willing to snuggle with you. Tonight’s conversation: Rissa: Is there anything you might want to ask me? Me: Is there anything you might want to tell me? Rissa: …. maybe… Me: Is it something really good? Rissa: (turning away…
In my search for the perfect Mother’s Day cards for my mothers-in-law this week – (and that isn’t a typo – I have THREE mothers-in-law. Do the math on that one!) – I came upon the worst of the worst of cards. Treacly, forced rhyme crap cards that had me near to vomiting in the…
TRYING NOT TO SUCK… So this is me getting back on the Blog Wagon. Typety-typety-type up in the office. Listening to my almost 12 year old daughter telling her friends as they come in from the back yard, “PEOPLE!!!! Feet… covered in dirt!!” Wonder where she gets that from? Yep it’s her voice, MY speech…