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Trippin

Cami would wear this on a plane. If this were a picture of me dressed to travel it would be a snapshot of me waking up and sniffing the armpit of the shirt I slept in. White dress: Thrifted (similar here) Belt & Bag: Antique shop Heels: Urban Outfitters Hat: Urban Outfitters Bracelets: F21 Sunnies: [...]

Cage

This is a close-up of the chicken wire lining Kate’s chicken coop. It reaches two feet into the ground to keep them safe from wildlife. If we had chickens it would have to go an extra ten feet deeper to keep out Coco, and yet I still think I’d wake up one morning and have [...]

Dialogue

Hi. How are you? Fine? You’re fine? Is that the truth? You want me to stop asking? Leave you alone? But what if I care? What if I really care? What if I told you that I’m asking not because I’m supposed to ask but because I set aside the next hour of my life [...]

Excuse me, but…

… would sir grant me permission to gut this bitch?

Thwimming!

We like to pretend that the tub is an itty bitty pool, and I assure her that it’s better than the big pool because it’s not full of chlorine or other people’s urine.

Qualifying for Pacific Northwestern Citizenship

(This post was originally published on November 27, 2002.) Now, I know I’m supposed to be talking about the trip and giving details about how beautiful it is in Seattle and all that sort of thing. And I’ll go ahead and do that, I’ll let you know that Seattle is absolutely breathtaking, especially in sunlight. [...]

And strangely she’s still alive

I’ll give you one guess who tracked dirt and mud all over my clean floor.

Ballet bun

I put Marlo’s hair in a bun the other day and she kept it in all the way until dinner! Usually I approach her head with a brush and she screams, “STOP MY HAIR! STOP MY HAIR!”

Put Up a Parking Lot

(This post was originally published on December 19, 2002.) So I’m lying there on this table, except it isn’t a table but more like the hybrid offspring of a dentist’s chair and a psychiatrist’s couch, very cold and covered in butcher paper (which is appropriate on so many levels), and I’m thinking that this lady [...]

Dinner time

Sitting, waiting for their bowls. I get the same look on my face when I’m watching The Notebook.