by Mir | Sep 9, 2004 | Health is overrated
Geez, a little idle chatter about your vaginal cuff and an imaginary cocaine habit, and all the commenters run away and hide. Well, except for my dad, and I guarantee you that post made him nauseous. But at least he loves me enough to comment. Or maybe it was that he...
by Mir | Sep 8, 2004 | Health is overrated
(Or, What The Hell Is Up With My Skin?) So I mentioned my hair appointment that I had earlier. I always feel a little pretty when I leave the salon. But of course we can’t have a feeling like that lasting for too long, because then I might turn into a...
by Mir | Sep 8, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
I spent about two hours, this morning, rending my clothing and trying to get BlogSpot to publish my posts. I finally left for a hair appointment that ended up being longer than Titanic, and when I came home, my screen was still flashing the dreaded yet cheerful:...
by Mir | Sep 8, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
“Mama, milk is very cold.” “Yes, that’s true.” “And milk can be made into ice cream!” “Yep. Yummy.” “And that is why ice cream is cold.” “Ummmm… well… uhhhhh… okay.”...
by Mir | Sep 7, 2004 | Detritus
I’ve still got… ummm… at least fifteen pounds of apples. Fresh, juicy, orchard-ripe apples. We’d demolished the Labor Day apple crisp at the barbeque, so I decided to make another one. I swear to you, I finished filling the dish and got it into...
