by Mir | Jul 28, 2015 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Ottomatic For the People
I view myself as a strong, independent woman. I was fine being single. I don’t NEED Otto, you understand. I just WANT him. I like having him around, because he’s cute and funny and my rotten children often do not laugh at my lame jokes. But I could totally...
by Mir | Jul 27, 2015 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", What do I do all day?
Every Christmas, Otto makes his family’s traditional Christmas cake, which is actually a recipe that yields TWO bundt cakes. If we have company or are up north visiting, both cakes are consumed. If we’re down here with just us four, one cake gets eaten and...
by Mir | Jul 24, 2015 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
I should have known the second I posted about sitting in the new dog bed to encourage Duncan to love it that someone would ask for a picture. And because I live to serve and also have zero dignity, well, why not? Besides, I thought it was time to really embrace my...
by Mir | Jul 23, 2015 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
1st Critter Tale: I swear (probably) this will be the last (most likely) thing I have to say this year about my garden and the squirrels, but I feel like this MUST be shared: Every single tomato in my garden is gone. GONE. In the space of about three days, the...
by Mir | Jul 20, 2015 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Offspring: ecstasy and agony
If forced to keep it to a single word, these days, about how life is, or how the kids are, or how I feel in general, there’s no question that the most explanatory word I can grasp is WEIRD. Life feels weird. I feel weird. Visiting a bunch of college campuses...
