I hope one day he will become a writer. Not because I think being a writer makes you special or worthy, but because I really like what he has to say and the way he says it.
My poor baby is miserable. He’s on his bed with a blanket on him to keep him warm. Loony is sleeping next to him fully dressed and with his boots on and they both look so exhausted.
My boys don’t like horror, nor do I – but the classic monster narrative, the brilliant young cast and their hero’s journey, the set design, costuming and music – it all harkened back to my youth.
The most important thing to report is that I TOOK A LAP DANCE CLASS WITH STEVEN RETCHLESS!
“Not going to happen Mom,” said scratchy just 30 seconds before the fucking thing exploded all over the floor. The next one exploded at the park so I only had to get the glue and food coloring out of Itchy’s clothes and GOOD NEWS at least it was partly made of out laundry detergent.
… when Christmas is over. People, I tried. (If you haven’t already gathered, I wrote this a week ago but was too lazy to post it.) I tried super hard to be all Christmassy and I think I might have even kinda sorta pulled it off as far as my kids are concerned. However, I’m […]
The weather is so beautiful right now, I don’t feel like I can write anything that can rival how good it feels to be outside in the fresh air so I’ll say it with pictures. Who can stand to be inside when it looks like this outside? The boys spent time with their grandparents. We’ve […]
I heard a disturbing article on NPR this morning about how global warming may lead to faster growing plants that are less nutrient dense. The big solution is to curb global warming by cutting CO2 emissions (goodbye coal and gasoline, hello solar) and the smaller problem of nutrition in my home is to eat more […]
I have wanted a kitten, like, forever. Yes, we had Frank the cat, but he was strictly devoted to Lonny and anyone who walked by the house but he wouldn’t give me or the kids the time of day. He saw housemates come and go, suffered other cats and a few dogs, but Blue was […]
I’m writing a love letter to my dog because I can’t spend all day fucking around with my blog. I did that yesterday and got exactly no love for my efforts, and I honestly thought I was being funny. I mean, what could be funnier than an extended navel gazing at my drunk deep thoughts? […]