by Mir | Jun 15, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Haha! Just kidding! I am really not wishing for September already. We are having a fine time, me and my offspring. Never better. You so wish you were me. Here’s how the day has gone, so far: 5:45 AM. Monkey arrives in my bed. I open one eye, tell him that he may...
by Mir | Jun 15, 2004 | Friends
Hey, that’s all the French I know. Unless you would like me to order lunch. Which I can do. Bagette. Fromage. See? Practically bilingual, I am. (That’s counting English as a language I speak, which I’m sure some would argue….) I did not write...
by Mir | Jun 14, 2004 | Detritus
(Or, “Sometimes It Really Is That Easy.”) Serve octopus for dinner. (Bonus points for adding a grinning mouth. Two demerits for trying to sneak broccoli onto the plate, under a veil of cheese sauce.)
by Mir | Jun 14, 2004 | Friends
If you’re a regular reader, you know that I am still recovering from the shock of the karaoke night from hell. I thought time would mellow me out on this one, but not so much. The more time that passes, the more pissed off and shaken by it I find myself. Lucky...
by Mir | Jun 14, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
School is out. Have you heard? No more school. At all. Until Labor Day. It’s a small child’s Christmas and Easter and several lost teeth all wrapped up in one gigantic Mama-frazzling joy! In the two-and-a-half hours since this day began, my children appear...
