Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
In 1999, we were to attend a wedding for my Patient Husband’s cousin, and being socially savvy, I knew I’d need to wear something dressy for the occasion. (Because while I’m a total klutz about interacting with human beings, and…
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I recently happened into a little money, so I did the only logical thing I could: I blew it on yarn. Originally I wanted only to buy a knitting pattern, but the pattern wasn’t downloadable, so I’d have to have…
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The Palm Sunday gospel reading was the Luke passion, and it occurred to me how efficient they were. I’m an American, so I’m insulated. I admit this. My middle-class American reality consists of things like a high speed internet connection…
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I learned this morning that my cousin Harry passed away unexpectedly. Please keep him and his family in your prayers. Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.
My submission got placed online at My OB said WHAT?! (an online collection of the idiotic, cruel and deceitful things some birth practitioners will say to pregnant moms.) The doctor who said that to us was an awful person, and…
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On to last week, when the Girls’ Softball League sprang into action: WE NEED TO EVALUATE YOUR DAUGHTERS! We received six emails from the woman who runs the thing — six — telling us that same information. They MUST show…
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We’re back in Angelborough Baseball League territory. Pity us. Remember last year, when they insisted Kiddo#1 should join a league too tough for him because they needed live bodies it would be an “honor” for him? To recap: I stood…
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My friend said to me, “Have you noticed something about the butter at BJs?” I said, “It hardens your arteries?” She said, “No, not that.” She had recently switched to baking with unsalted butter, the better to control the amount…
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Healthcare / health insurance in the US is so disordered right now that no matter what they do in Washington, it’s not going to help, and my Patient Husband pointed out why. (To be fair, he said he read this…
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My Patient Husband and I were discussing, on the way to church of all places, what it would be like to have a secret underworld name. I’ve noticed that in fiction, you can call your bad underworld guy just about…
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