Archive for June, 2008

From the mouths

Friday Duncan went with me to a meeting. After awhile he was getting squirrelly and I said, “Why don’t you practice Guernsey behavior.” This, because I have been thinking a lot about his potential to HORRIFY his Grandparents*.
The person I was meeting with asked, “Guernsey behavior?”
And Duncan, in all his wonderfulness says, “My […]

wondering

Do people have french manicures in France? Or is it like french fries, something we just call french?
Being that I’m going to be in France in a matter of days, this is the sort of thing that is concerning me at the moment.
Oh, and the fact that I have to see the father […]

and I can cry if I want to.

Today, I am 26.
I’m not actually upset about this. It’s just that fake prison tear tattoos are just the sort of thing that amuse me. And in my head, it’s completely and logically connected to it being my birthday.

new

I got a camera. And it’s so fucking pretty I can barely stand it.

Duncan also got a new* camera, which thrills him. He hated, HATED, that his old camera didn’t have a memory card, just a USB cord. I know, poor baby.

I haven’t properly played with […]

spotted

On a Dodge Ram:

“Boys slide it. Men ram it.”

In the spirit of honesty

I was thinking this morning what a fucking FANTASTIC mother I am as I flipped pancakes for the Kid’s breakfast. On a school day, I thought to myself. And it’s not even his birthday!
But really? I made pancakes because it’s been so long since I grocery shopped we have nothing else in […]

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