by Mir | Oct 27, 2004 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
The following is an actual exchange I had on the phone with my father this evening. Me: I’m glad you’re feeling better. Maybe now you’ll stop coughing up green stuff. Him: Yeah. If I’m gonna cough up green stuff, I want it to be...
by Mir | Oct 27, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
If I had spent more than a few minutes reviewing my general luck and Blogger’s track record thus far, I could’ve predicted that as soon as I signed up for Blog Explosion, all of BlogSpot would take a dive. I couldn’t get into my blog all morning, and...
by Mir | Oct 26, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
In case I haven’t mentioned it–which I’m sure I haven’t, on account of I’ve been so successful with my Great Plan–I have this Great Plan in place. It goes a little something like this: think about anything, anything at all, rather...
by Mir | Oct 26, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
“Are you in your pajamas? I hear you playing, and I know you’re not playing if you’re not ready for bed.” “Where did you put my pajamas?” “They’re right THERE.” “Where?” “Right in your room!...
by Mir | Oct 26, 2004 | Detritus, What do I do all day?
When I paint. Sheesh. You’re sick. A friend of mine has been “in the process” of painting her family room for something like six months. I couldn’t take it any more; when I saw her this weekend, I told her to pick a day because it was time to...
