by Mir | Dec 27, 2004 | Detritus
Welcome to New Hampshah, where white stuff often falls from the sky in December. Sometimes, lots of white stuff falls from the sky very quickly and then if you happen to stay out late hanging with friends across town, you can experience the singular joy of driving...
by Mir | Dec 26, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend. We made it through with a minimum of tears–for either me or the kids–and for that I am truly grateful. My Christmas Eve plans ran into a snafu when my destination turned up with another round of the...
by Mir | Dec 24, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Today dawned sunny. Over 48 hours have passed since the last spew here at Casa Mir, and I think I shall declare myself free and clear. There were a few hours, last night, when I wondered if I would be the next to fall to the dreaded stomach bug. But all is well and I...
by Mir | Dec 23, 2004 | Woohoo!
So you know how earlier, I confessed to my previous baby-eating penchant, tying it all together (poorly) with the tale of the flower delivery that was not, in fact, for me? I feel the need to come completely clean with all of you, since my prior admission was so...
by Mir | Dec 23, 2004 | Friends
There are certain things every woman wants out of friendship with her girlfriends. She wants a ready shoulder when she needs to cry. She wants a comrade-in-chocolate when desperate times call for desperate measures. She wants a “OH NO THEY DIDN’T”...
