On Friday the 13th

I’m not really one for superstition. 13 would be my lucky number, if I believed in numbers being lucky. It’s more like my pet number. I like it because no one else does, and it’s cute and just wants to be loved, and I suspect it’s just...

In which I roar

Two months ago my ex and I sat in a small office with a specialist who described to us in excrutiating detail what sort of testing she thought Chickadee needed, and why, and how long it would take. Oh, and how much it would cost. My ex put on his best...

Marlin Perkins is turning in his grave

Today at school, one of the kids found a painted turtle over by the playground fence. It was just a baby—about the size of a half dollar. When I arrived to pick up the kids, everyone was clustered around the bucket containing the wee, irate turtle. It kept...

Lost and found

(Or, Random Snippets Out Of Which No Sane Person Would Try To Assemble Something.) I am not sleeping well. The good news is that half of what happens when I’m sleep-deprived is RILLY RILLY RILLY hilarious (see previous post for reference; Robotic Monkey + No...

Memories I can taste

I found myself in an email exchange, earlier today, wherein a faraway friend and I began planning a hypothetical movie date. Did we discuss which flick we were dying to see? Compare the relative merits of stadium seating vs. a more traditional moviehouse? Drool over...

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