For telling that dog owner that if he wasn’t going to do it, then I was going to strap his dog down and wrap a rubber band around its balls. Dogs should be fixed, yes, but I need to learn some restraint.
For a second there I thought I put the new cordless phone into the warshing machine with all the towels, and all I could think was, how am I going to convince my husband that it’s the dog’s fault the phone doesn’t work?
Lick your index finger and then use it to wipe something off my face. Ohmigod, Mom, we’re in public, for crying out loud!
So the story goes something like this: A reporter from the Washington Post contacted me last November and asked if I’d be willing to contribute my experience to her article on the perils of blogging about your job. She’d heard and read about what had happened to me, that on February 26, 2002, my boss [...]
If Someone Asks to Interview You For An Article in The New York Times, You Might Want to Think Twice Because . . .
The amount of hate mail you might receive from high-minded Times readers could be a little daunting. High-minded Times reader Leslie Morsillo, in an email titled “can’t help myself” says: “Found my way to your site via an article on blogs, so yours may be my first AND my last. My only suggestion is that [...]
Yesterday I took Chuck on our daily trip to the local dog park, a sprawling field in the middle of the city covered in sickly patches of grass and gurgling flows of mud that resemble stomach fluid more than anything muddy. It’s become his favorite place on earth, second only to the bed in the [...]
Taking Charge of Your Fertility
When Mormons talk about Kolob, that magical, heavenly place where God lives, I’m pretty sure they’re just talking about Super Target.