by Mir | Dec 19, 2006 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Otto called me over to the couch, a little while ago, and I sat down next to him for a moment or two. Then I went a little slanty and finally figured, what the hell, and lay down with my head on his leg. I’m tired, and his leg is a pretty good pillow....
by Mir | Dec 18, 2006 | The Year of Living Changerously
Operation: Disembarrass Upstairs Master Bath (DUMB for short) has begun. I may not survive the week. My plan was to lounge around in my dressing gown, watching soap operas and eating bonbons all day, while my contractor made it all pretty up there. Hey, I already...
by Mir | Dec 17, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony, Ottomatic For the People
“I think this little girl wants to play, too,” I tell my children. Monkey obediently scoots back to make room, but as the interloper reaches for the toy, Chickadee starts telling her to sit back and watch, she will show her how it works....
by Mir | Dec 15, 2006 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
One of the things I really like about my parents is that—in spite of my having been a thoroughly obnoxious child, and probably none too winning in various stages of my adulthood, either, come to think of it—they seem to understand two very important...
by Mir | Dec 14, 2006 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
Continuing in their fine tradition of tackling my internet problems with alacrity, today TWO cable repair trucks showed up in my driveway. I was thrilled! I mean, I’m not really clear on why Comcast would be utilizing the buddy system (unless it’s a safety...
