by Mir | Dec 26, 2012 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Was it a successful Christmas at Casa Mir? I think it was. No one threw up, no bones were broken, there were no car accidents or kitchen fires or other disasters. I mean, sure, I discovered mid-afternoon that somehow my father has never seen A Christmas Story, but...
by Mir | Dec 24, 2012 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
First: Thank you for your kindness and enthusiasm on Chickadee’s post. Her head no longer fits through doorways, and she has proclaimed every one of you to be “totally cool.” Second: I am rightthissecond eavesdropping on a giggle-filled sibling...
by Mir | Dec 21, 2012 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony, Woohoo!
She’s home! SHE’S HOME! I shall love her and hug her and squeeze her and call her George Chickadee. Oh, wait. I already did that. And then, she wrote you this post. MAH BAYBEE, growing up and stuff. Enjoy! —M What have I missed most about being home?...
by Mir | Dec 20, 2012 | Ottomatic For the People
Here is where I consciously choose to get away from The Heavy because I just need to, and we all pretend that’s perfectly logical and seamless and not weird. Yes? Yes. Sidebar: Chickadee is supposed to get on a plane in a few hours. As of this moment,...
by Mir | Dec 18, 2012 | What do I do all day?
It’s a funny thing about putting one foot in front of the other; it works just fine until you get to a point where you realize you can only keep doing it if you shut out everything else. Then you put one foot in front of the other with your fingers in your ears...
