... to the original author. And anyone who has ever loved any poem, really. Surveying the House on Thanksgiving Eve Whose mess this is, I surely know, My maid is nonexistent though; So as I slog through hip-deep junk, I dream of far-off Borneo With beaches flat and sun so bright ... No way I… Continue reading With Apologies …
Pumpkin pie came up the other day, which probably isn't hard to imagine given the time of year, and I confessed that I don't care much for pumpkin pie. I don't hate it. But it's not something I reach for if there are multiple choices. I know, it's un-American or something. But I realized that it's not actually the pie… Continue reading Passing on Pumpkin
What is this mess, you ask? Well. It's chicken and biscuits. Except I forgot to put the chicken in. It was not particularly popular. But they were hungry. I moved on instead of dwelling on it. Made a pie for a benefit tomorrow. I decided I could relax a little and talk to my sister… Continue reading Send Help
Another tooth, another ludicrous request. The Tooth Fairy nearly got busted this time. I swear Elias is the lightest sleeper in the world. We might have to start using an alternate location, because I don't think under the pillow is going to cut it.
The boys missed their bedtime by quite a bit tonight. This was only a little bit because they were being their usual obstructionist selves and mostly because there was a tooth-losin' party up in here tonight! Elias has been waiting for this moment ever so long. Since Levi lost his first one, I think. He's been… Continue reading At Last
I went to the gym this morning to pump some iron. Sorry, I had to pause for laughter there. It sounds so ridiculous coming from my mouth. But I did in fact go and lift weights this morning. I've been working on some basic barbell lifts like back squats and deadlifts, and I've been increasing… Continue reading A Little More than You Think
Long ago when the world was new and I was a flighty young thing with no one depending on me for anything, Annie's little brother got married. Annie had been my roommate in college, and we spent a lot of time thinking up nicknames like Cute Sweater Boy and Toothbrush Guy and trying to sneak out of her parents' house at… Continue reading Signs, signs, everywhere a sign …