by Mir | Dec 29, 2009 | Oh look! Something furry!!
I promised you a tale of Licorice’s ears. It’s JUST as exciting as it sounds. It comes as a huge shock, I’m sure, that I am something of a nervous dog-mommy. I am, after all, a nervous mom in general. I worry. I fret. If there was a giant LED chaser...
by Mir | Dec 28, 2009 | What do I do all day?
I’m trying to think of another time in the nearing-six-year history of this blog when I didn’t post for three consecutive days, and I can’t come up with anything other than the time my hosting company broke their server and then lodged their heads so...
by Mir | Dec 24, 2009 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony, Ottomatic For the People
Although I wish it for you every Thursday, this one in particular I hope finds you with peace and love in your heart, and kindness and laughter in your home. I’m off to spend Christmas with the people I love most in the entire world. There’s soup to make...
by Mir | Dec 22, 2009 | Retail Therapy
“Is there a way for me to write about this without sounding like a materialistic asshole?” I asked Otto. “I dunno,” he answered. “Maybe not,” I countered. “Maybe,” he said. I hate it when he won’t do my thinking...
by Mir | Dec 21, 2009 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
[A guess of what my 11-year-old daughter’s journal would surely look like, if she had one.] Friday, December 18th 2009 Dear Journal, I let Mom come to school with me this morning to carry my stuff. There was a lot of stuff AND it was raining and I got wet and I...
