by Mir | Aug 29, 2004 | Friends
Well, that last post was a laugh a minute, huh? I am nothing if not inconsistent… sometimes. *rimshot* So hey, guess what! Even when I am feeling miserable and whatnot, I occasionally make the effort to pretend to be a productive member of society. And this can...
by Mir | Aug 28, 2004 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
One morning when we were quite young, my older brother and I were up before our parents, eating cereal and watching cartoons. “Wanna see a neat trick?” my brother asked me. Of course I did. My brother could make the sun rise, as far as I was concerned. He...
by Mir | Aug 27, 2004 | Detritus
Just FYI: The period of time inbetween leaving a message at the pediatrician’s office and when the nurse finally deigns to call you back is more than ample to find multiple nauseating pictures of severe poison ivy rashes on the web. None of those pictures will...
by Mir | Aug 27, 2004 | What do I do all day?
The Atomic Fireballs are the fault of Dollar Tree. I just went in there for Antibacterial Hand Gel (the last item on Chickadee’s school list), honest. Because I live under a rock, I hadn’t heard of the Texas woman whose kid got snatched from the car. I...
by Mir | Aug 26, 2004 | Detritus
I now know that the number of consecutive Atomic Fireballs I can consume before my mouth goes completely numb is six. I’m not sure I really needed to know this, but I wondered, and decided to figure it out. And I did. Yay me. No one can say that I didn’t...
