by Mir | Aug 22, 2011 | Aspi(e)rations/AD(D)orations, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Last night as I got ready for bed, Otto took Licorice outside for her last trip of the evening, then headed upstairs to put her in Chickadee’s room. Before coming back down, he must’ve stopped in his office and checked his email. “We have an email...
by Mir | Aug 20, 2011 | Aspi(e)rations/AD(D)orations, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Several of you looked right past the story of how I nearly didn’t recognize my parents’ dog when they so-sneakily showed up last Sunday to surprise me, and went right for the more important issue, which was: How did Monkey do with meeting some of the kids...
by Mir | Aug 18, 2011 | What do I do all day?
Dude. Otto proves to be a hard act to follow. I feel like I have to have something extremely MEANINGFUL and HEARTFELT to share after he hijacked the blog yesterday and was all “My love will go oooooooooon!” while he stood at the prow of the HMS Woulda,...
by Mir | Aug 16, 2011 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
I’m over at Off Our Chests today, musing on memories and the things that slip away. Of course, my children are certain I forget even more than the average person, because my favorite defense against something I’d rather not do when they whine “But...
by Mir | Aug 15, 2011 | Oh look! Something furry!!
(Subtitle: Licorice’s account of The Trauma.) It was bad enough that they had so many PEOPLES here, milling around, and the puppy-ones were all splashing in the Wet Pit Of Despair and shrieking, probably because being all wet is so horrible. I was dealing with...
