I distinctly remember waking up last night around 2:30 a.m. and being worried—consumed, obsessed—about finding some petroleum jelly for my nostrils, which sometimes get dry at night and which, if I let them get too dry, are known to bleed … Continue reading
My husband is growing out a beard this fiscal year. p.s. That is a french fry. This he does with energetic vigor and pride, regardless of my dismay and the copulatory frigidity resulting in said dismay. Facial hair on men … Continue reading
Last night Poor Kyle and I went to see a movie (The Tourist, thumbs up, no uncomfortable sex scenes and only one effer plus I’ve never seen a Johnny Depp movie I didn’t like). We try to make a habit … Continue reading
I have been in a post-last-week-of-classes haze for the past four days, ever since I sat through my last 50-minute block of the year on Wednesday. I still have finals to study for and one last project to finish, but … Continue reading
I turned in my last paper of the semester this afternoon, and as I left the classroom, I heard a chorus of angels. No, really. I did. At first I thought it was just in my head because I do … Continue reading
I am in the Room of the Forty Macs again. You would think I would be happier, given the situation. But I’m not happy, because it snowed this week, and snow always represents the beginning of the end for me. … Continue reading
This is post #5 in a five-part series about how awkward I was at BlogHer ’10 in New York last week. Here are the first and second and third and fourth installments if you’re interested. Join me, if you will, … Continue reading