by Mir | Aug 26, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
Nine hours of sleeping like the dead has not cured me of a severe case of selfpityitis. Neither has directing the small ones to clean their rooms. Or all of us “lounging” (read: being slugbutts) in our pajamas all morning. I may have to break down and make...
by Mir | Aug 25, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
So you know how I was getting all nostalgic last night before my vacation had even, technically, ended? Know how I was saying that it was time to come on back to reality, blah blah blah? Reality was here waiting for me! Yessir! Reality welcomed me home good and...
by Mir | Aug 24, 2004 | What do I do all day?
… I just can’t wait to get back on the road again…. Actually, I could wait. A long while. If my folks decided to pick up their house and move it just down the road from mine, instead of being so selfish and inconvenient as to live in another state,...
by Mir | Aug 24, 2004 | Detritus
I always thought nothing could possibly grate on my nerves more than listening to my children bicker. But today there is a piano tuner here. He is ostensibly tuning my stepmom’s piano. What he is actually doing is hitting each key approximately eighty gazillion...
by Mir | Aug 23, 2004 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
Today was an uneventful day; I got about two thirds of the way through my book before realizing that I’ve read it before. (Alas, poor brain cells… I barely knew ye.) My father took the kids outside and gave them rides on the tractor and then set them to...
