by Mir | Aug 2, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
So I arrived at camp today bursting to ask Chickadee all about her day, and just in time to miss a boy about twice her size decide she was standing too closely to his Foosball (sp?) table. Said boy shot one of the sticks directly into her stomach, and she screamed. I...
by Mir | Aug 2, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Me: Hmmm, should we check them and see if they’re done yet? Him: Yes! Let’s check! Me: Okay. *turning on oven light* Whatcha think? Him: They’re done! Let’s eat them! Me: Really? Are you sure? Him: Yes…? I want to eat them! Me: Look...
by Mir | Aug 1, 2004 | Irreconcilable Differences
I know that I tend towards the melancholy, soul-searching, where-is-my-life-going sorts of stuff on Sunday night, but that is not what I have for you tonight. Nope. Tonight my ex was kind enough to switch the channel from “vague discontent” to “is it...
by Mir | Aug 1, 2004 | What do I do all day?
I swear it was not intentional that I ended up doing two rather heavy posts in a row and then dropped off the planet. It just kind of happened that way. My weekend was not spent in deep contemplation of my marital status; honest! Yesterday I made a trek to Logan...
by Mir | Jul 31, 2004 | Detritus
I’ve just come across another blog that is referencing me as proof of why divorce is scary. “Please tell me it won’t happen to me!” she pleads. In the words of my esteemed, dearly-departed grandmother: Oy. Vey. Apparently, as I am highly...
