I Have the Worst Sense of Direction

I usually argue with Loony about the most trife shit but I back down immediately when it comes to directions. Let’s just say that he’s more likely to guess how to get around a city he’s completely unfamiliar with than me, even if I was born and raised there.

First Week of Summer: Bolder Boulder, Baby Goats, Not Dead Animals, Foxes, Hiking, and Bald Chiweenies

I mean, OF COURSE I have a half naked dog with a mysterious skin condition. It seems like being high maintenance and weird is a requiremnt of being close to me.

Doing the Summer Thing

Nina said that a friend noticed that lately I haven’t been as quick to reply to emails and texts. She didn’t mean it in a negative way, more of a “I wonder what Viv’s up to,” way. Nina’s response was perfect. “Vivienne is really engaged in her kids this summer and not as available.” She […]

Dog Days of Summer

I pondered the great irony that so far our trips have turned into fiascos because the same kid had to take a shit.

Mother of the Week

I read a parenting book that said when you are overwhelmed with your own kids, just invite a few more over and it will make it easier. I was all, bitch please.