by Mir | Mar 16, 2005 | What do I do all day?
When I buy Girl Scout Cookies (and I always buy Girl Scout Cookies, only because it’s a good cause… shut up) I put them in my deep freeze in the basement. I suffer from the delusion that 1) freezing them and 2) making them slightly harder to access will...
by Mir | Mar 15, 2005 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
I had an entire post planned about The Great Pop Tart Debacle. It happened this morning and it was… majestic. In the worst possible (yet quite amusing) way. I wanted to share it and the utter JOY that is the thought process of a child that renders one foil...
by Mir | Mar 14, 2005 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Dear Mrs. Unpronounceable, I know that you’ve only been teaching first grade for… what is it? Fifty years? So probably I am the first parent in the history of your teaching career to allow her child to come to school in her pajamas. (Well, no; that seems...
by Mir | Mar 14, 2005 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Dear Mrs. Unpronounceable, This morning as I dragged around my 10-ton, phlegm-filled head, Chickadee commenced her usual morning routine of refusing to get out of bed and do any of the necessary before-school tasks. Rather than lose my temper, I decided it was time to...
by Mir | Mar 13, 2005 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, Health is overrated
I fought the cold, and the cold won. *hack* *cough* *snort* We’re playing hooky from church. The children are thrilled (a little too thrilled, if you ask me). But I started losing my voice yesterday, and this morning as children circled my bed like wild animals,...
