by Mir | Sep 23, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
There’s a party at my house tonight. You’re all invited! Unfortunately, it’s a theme party. Specifically, a pity party. So you all may bring cheese, and chocolate, and crises; and I will supply copious quantities of whine and bread pudding, and we...
by Mir | Sep 23, 2004 | Irreconcilable Differences
I fear that I can blog no more, for there is no way to top the information divulged in my last post. That was the pinnacle of my comedy career (and, technically, I didn’t even have to write the funny part!). I should just stop now, because what would be a...
by Mir | Sep 22, 2004 | Irreconcilable Differences
So I was chatting with my dear Jilbur this fine evening, and she asked me for my zip code. I gave it, along with a snarky comment about how she must be sending me a sympathy card (it’s been that kind of a day). Nope, no card. What she offered, instead, was a...
by Mir | Sep 22, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Ways to not impress me with your supposed illness: talk non-stop in a low, gravelly voice to demonstrate how ill you are; devour the contents of your lunch bag and ask for more; ask to go outside to play; complain about staying inside; complain about not getting to...
by Mir | Sep 22, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
This day is shaping up just swimmingly, lemme tell ya. It’s 11:15 and I haven’t even had a shower yet. It’s that kind of day. I woke up with a sore throat. No biggie. Just the start of a cold, most likely. But it didn’t put me in the most...
