Month: January 2006

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My living room floor looks like Mr.Creosote dined on Fisher Price Little People (“It’s wafer thin.”) so, Evan crawled over the carnage, pulled himself up (with the help of a chair), dragged my purse off the table, removed a slip of paper and ate it.

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Dear WBIR (insert name of your own network), Thank you for deciding against censorship of “The Book of Daniel”. Thank you for treating Knoxvillians like intelligent adults. Every television is equipped with an off button. Allowing us to make our own decisions what we do and don't watch is the right choice. Thank you, Cathy

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Doug, who doesn't care that he hurt my feelings over the holidays, suggested today that I should join a gym. His obituary will be published soon.

aging twice as fast?

Today is my father’s birthday. Well, one of them anyway. One of the side effects of being a black market baby is false records that list multiple dates of birth. Happy Day-We-Recognize-As-Your-Birthday Dad.

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Since it took so long to fix the lights and Amy bursts into tears every time I start to remove the ornaments (“No! That’s my favorite!”), maybe we should just leave the Christmas tree up all year.