by Mir | Jun 8, 2004 | Health is overrated
I promised the scheduler at my doctor’s office (the one who was able to pull several hundred strings and get my surgery scheduled for the one week the kids will be away) a batch of cookies. She probably thought I was joking. Now, to be sure, I joke about many,...
by Mir | Jun 7, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Highlights from my Monday evening: The Monkey declared “Oh Mama, THANK YOU! This is a dinner of all my most favorite things!” (Yes, I am a whiz with fish sticks, curly fries, and salad. Put the first two in the oven myself, and with the help of a pair of...
by Mir | Jun 7, 2004 | Irreconcilable Differences
During my divorce, just about every item in this house became hotly contested property. His feeling was, the filing cited “irreconcilable differences,” the law defaults to a 50/50 split in this case, and he was already behind because I was keeping the...
by Mir | Jun 7, 2004 | Detritus
Swiped from Mindy, and now I have that stupid song stuck in my head. Plus I feel the need to go count the silverware…. The Count’s Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder It started with a simple affection for counting andthe terror it induced in others,...
by Mir | Jun 6, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
It’s time, once again, for my regular Sunday Night Wallow. Aaaaaahhhhhh. Doesn’t matter how long or action-packed my week is, I can settle right back into that familiar time-triggered neurosis as if I never left. It’s familiar, and comfortable; I...
