by Mir | Sep 21, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Perhaps I’ll just theme today “Perplexing Conversations I Have With My Offspring.” Me: So how was school today? Her: Undefectable. Me: What? Her: Undefectable. Me: C’mon, honey. What did you do today? Her: Un. De. Fect. Able! Me: Ummmm. Okay....
by Mir | Sep 21, 2004 | Detritus
You’d better be at the polls, my friends. (If you’d like to skip that, the only acceptable alternative is giving me large sums of money, you know.) Just a friendly little Public Service Announcement, courtesy of my favorite civic-minded hussy: The U.S....
by Mir | Sep 21, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
My son is all about repetition. But as he gets older, his needs become more complicated, as do the scenarios he invents. A year ago, we started thusly: Him: Mama, say “I wish I had a little boy.” Me: I wish I had a little boy. Him: Wah! Wah! Wah! Me: Oh,...
by Mir | Sep 20, 2004 | What do I do all day?
I feel like I am filching from Bakerina, in using this title (and you must read her Tale of the Accidental Pie if you haven’t), but I guarantee my tale will be much less intricate, interesting, or gastronomically delightful. And with an intro like that, how...
by Mir | Sep 20, 2004 | Detritus
Blogrolling appears to have woken from its stuporous slumber. Praise be. Chickadee did indeed survive the day, and I got my kiss… after she told me she didn’t want to come home with me. Hmph. Since when is playing with three neighbor girls more fun than...
