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I Can’t Even

I Can’t Even

Sometimes I listen to the children I gave birth to and wonder where they came from. Obviously, I know where they came from since I was there, but the stuff that comes out of their mouths can be surprising to say the least. Last night, I was held hostage at...
Burning Down the House

Burning Down the House

Yesterday, I wrote about how moments matter, and sometimes they impact one’s spirit so much, you can’t ignore them. Case in point, how my husband chooses to cook a frozen pizza. No foil. No pan. Just a pizza positioned directly on the rack. As his lunch...
Moments Matter

Moments Matter

Yesterday, I attended a tea party hosted by a very dear friend. It was a way for her to honor her Mother who recently passed away. I am very selective in my commitment to places where I have to deal with humans, but I didn’t even ponder that notion when I...
The Art of Ignoring

The Art of Ignoring

I live in a home where the individuals have acquired the great talent of ignoring. It really is amazing how talented they are and I really appreciate their commitment. (Cue exaggerated slow clap with my two middle fingers.) When you have pets, it is understood that...
The Trick

The Trick

My Bassets have learned a new trick. Instead of letting me sleep, they are now waking me up at 5 a.m, because, well, they are assholes. Yes, I know. I could ignore them, but you don’t understand. The diva, Daisy, will simply use our bedroom as her personal...