by Mir | Aug 3, 2004 | Detritus
With God as my witness, I will never grocery shop while hungry again! Wait. No. Nevermind that. I’m always hungry. How could I possibly keep that promise? I can’t. Anyway. I have been thoroughly defeated by my latest Bad Move At The Supermarket. I’m...
by Mir | Aug 3, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I believe with every fiber of my being that my children are here to teach me necessary life lessons. (Narcissistic much? Why yes, thanks.) Chickadee teaches me to cope with many of my less-desirable character traits, as things that make perfect sense while I’m...
by Mir | Aug 2, 2004 | Friends
I have a very special signal I beam out into the cosmos when I’m dead tired. That signal can be picked up, far and near, by everyone who knows me. I don’t mean to broadcast it; I wish I knew how to turn it off. My only thought is “I want to go to...
by Mir | Aug 2, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
So I arrived at camp today bursting to ask Chickadee all about her day, and just in time to miss a boy about twice her size decide she was standing too closely to his Foosball (sp?) table. Said boy shot one of the sticks directly into her stomach, and she screamed. I...
by Mir | Aug 2, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Me: Hmmm, should we check them and see if they’re done yet? Him: Yes! Let’s check! Me: Okay. *turning on oven light* Whatcha think? Him: They’re done! Let’s eat them! Me: Really? Are you sure? Him: Yes…? I want to eat them! Me: Look...
