by Mir | Aug 18, 2004 | Detritus
Hey, I woke up today and… I don’t feel any different. Still 33. Thank God that’s over. Anyway. If I’d found a glimmer of hope in the possibility of a job I wouldn’t hate, I would be waaaaay too superstitious to talk about it. Especially...
by Mir | Aug 17, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
My children have a special radar that would be precocious and maybe even charming if it didn’t result in their being completely demonic. It works like this: if it is my birthday, or Christmas, or any other day on which it is really, really important to me that...
by Mir | Aug 17, 2004 | What do I do all day?
(NA NA NA NA NA NA) Kira has threatened me with bodily harm if I do not share that today is my birthday. So hey! Guess what! Today! is! my! birthday! I am not so much a fan of the whole birthday thing. There is no traumatic birthday-related drama in my past, or...
by Mir | Aug 16, 2004 | Detritus
No, a bomb did not explode in my kitchen. We had spaghetti for dinner. I happen to love spaghetti and meatballs. Six years of being a parent has not yet taught me how ill-advised it is to serve this meal to those under the age of ten. Or maybe it has, and I just...
by Mir | Aug 16, 2004 | Detritus
… I’m so pleased to be the number one Google match for grasshopper linguistic “six ways”. To the person who found me with that search: Ummmm… I don’t wanna know.
