Category Archives: fiascos

None of this would have happened if I had just said “No.”

The negative repercussions of going out of town for 12 hours times eight: 1.  Massive piles of dirty laundry to tackle when I get home. 2.  Unloading the vehicle in the kitchen and pretty much heading straight for bed—leaving the … Continue reading

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The Saga of Poor Kyle’s Poor Teeth

Long-time readers of Archives of Our Lives might recall that my husband, Poor Kyle, is missing his three front teeth. Here’s how the story goes: Poor Kyle was in fourth grade (Grade 4, Canadians!).  He had a bike.  He was riding … Continue reading

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I’m Gonna Soak Up the Sun (and maybe a little Dristan™ for good measure).

Well, I’ve gone and come down with the dadgum Swine Flu.  Actually, that’s a lie.  I don’t have the Swine Flu—of the list of Swine Flu symptoms, I’m only experiencing one, but it’s a lousy one: snot. I do not … Continue reading

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In An Effort to Salvage My Marriage…

Manners.  There are so many different perspectives of what constitutes “good manners,” don’t you think?  In my house growing up, I was not allowed to read at the dinner table.  Common courtesy, or so it seemed.  But these days, I … Continue reading

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{I’m Losing Hair}

Monday again. I’m sighing. I don’t like Mondays.  (I really have no reason to dislike the first weekday—I don’t have school, work, or anything else looming over my head.  Nevertheless, I just…don’t like Mondays.)  And since I firmly believe that … Continue reading

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{In Which I Try My Hand at Political Satire}

The next time you find yourself face-to-face in a duel against a RCMP officer (that’s Royal Canadian Mounted Police, or simply “a Mountie”), please choose carefully the weapon you wield.  A handgun might be the obvious choice, but of course … Continue reading

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