I am whole again. This is just like the time in 6th grade (grade 6, Canadians!) when I picked and tore and bit at the wart on my thumb so much it eventually fell off, but once it was gone, … Continue reading
A phone conversation between Poor Kyle and me a few weeks ago went something like this: PK: So what did you do down in AZ today, while I was up here in Canada being responsible and tending your garden? Me: … Continue reading
Trying to communicate with a 2 year-old is like trying get a kamikaze insect out of your ear by slamming your fist into your skull as hard as you possibly can–both are fruitless, and cause nothing but headaches. A few … Continue reading
I’ve never been to Boston in the Fall, and I think I’d like to take a birthday trip there this year. I mean, why not? I have no job; I have no classes to attend. I have no children to … Continue reading
The spring in my proverbial step has gone in for servicing, and has come out looking 10 years younger. And I’m not kidding, either: Before–Hello, halfway houses of America; meet your newest druggie! After–Even in dim lighting and using a … Continue reading
If I had a million British pounds (£) for every time I get emails telling me I won a million British pounds (£), I would be eating crumpets in one of the 20 sitting rooms of my very own castle … Continue reading
I was supposed to announce the winner of this week’s contest yesterday. As it turns out, all blogging duties get put on the proverbial back burner when one is preparing for Girls’ Camp. That “one” would be me and L. … Continue reading