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A moment

He was like, FINE. You can show me affection and I will accept it, but only because you are sitting where I would like to be sitting in front of the fire. Please hurry. (Thank you, Jon, for the shot.)

So far, so good

I’ve recently made friends with a lovely woman up the street who kindly took pity on me when she noticed that I spend my entire day with my husband. Not that Jon is difficult to live or work with. He is my soul mate and best friend. But, come on. Space in a marriage is [...]

OK Go – “This Too Shall Pass”

If this doesn’t win some award, or video of the year, or Most Incredible Music Video Of All Time, then I will have lost all faith in humanity. Or at least all faith in award givers. I cannot pick my jaw up off the floor:

Yesterday, while getting a second set of x-rays on my tailbone

Me: Sorry about my butt peeking through the gown. Technician: Oh, I… I didn’t even notice. I was busy setting up the film. Me: Oh God, sorry for even bringing it up! Here I am apologizing for my butt. Just ignore me. Technician: I’ve seen a lot of butts, believe me. No big deal. Me: [...]

Bacon art

Several of you requested that I balance the mutilated bacon bowl on top of Chuck’s head, and that maybe I should set up a shop on Etsy and sell this as bacon art. I had a good laugh over that one, and yesterday I would intermittently blurt out: IMMA GET ME SOME BACON ART! And [...]

Grabby Apples

That’s one of Marlo’s new nicknames. Because 1) she is a total grabber, you can’t get anything near that kid, and 2) she LOVES to hang out with her mouth firmly planted on the inside of an apple. She’ll hang out exactly like this for a good half hour. Just try to wrap your head [...]

Exhibit A

I just want to point out that I’m paying attention, UNIVERSE. And that by stubbing my foot on one of Marlo’s more hefty toys last night and breaking the third toe on my right foot was your way of saying WOMAN. WAS YOUR TAILBONE NOT LOUD ENOUGH. So what you’re saying is that I have [...]

While brushing her hair this morning

Leta: Did you know that Noah [her cousin] doesn’t like chili? Me: Maybe he just doesn’t like the taste of it. Leta: No, MOM. How is that even possible? How could he not love chili? Me: Leta, you don’t like cake. CAKE. As in one of life’s most precious treasures. Leta: That’s because cake is [...]


I am THIS close to painting his toenails red. And carrying him around in a purse.


Over the weekend my good friend Carol packed up and moved to Southern California. You may remember her as the one with whom I traveled to Palm Springs a couple of years ago, the trip that included a sighting of Rick Springfield wearing a fanny pack. It’s not like I’m never going to see her [...]