Um…yeah…
Dear God: I am a flake. I understand that, and I’m sorry, and I’m trying to fix it. Sometimes it’s hard to answer all the emails I have to. Sometimes I just freeze up and can’t deal with people, and…
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Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Dear God: I am a flake. I understand that, and I’m sorry, and I’m trying to fix it. Sometimes it’s hard to answer all the emails I have to. Sometimes I just freeze up and can’t deal with people, and…
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Last night I was praying about someone very brave. I’m not going to identify her because she wouldn’t want to be identified, but in a situation where someone else needed help, she risked getting hurt in order to help that other…
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To recap yesterday: three doctors failed to make Jane’s hair grow again, but a hair stylist’s offhand remark got it growing once more. And Jane decided to thank her…somehow. — The last time I wrote a positive customer-service letter, I was…
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I’ve treated you guys to rants when a business does something lousy, so here’s a time they did something nice and I was the scary customer. — After Kiddo4, my hair stopped growing. It’s never been amazing hair, but it…
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On Saturday, blog reader Normandie Fischer finally convinced me to join Facebook. My Patient Husband had joined the week before, and finally I succumbed to the pressure. There were six friend requests awaiting me before I even got there. I…
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Wednesday: The Hired Killer showed up while I was out, so Kiddo1 relates this story. Hired Killer: Yellowjackets? Kiddo1: {points} There. Hired Killer: Gotcha. He assembled the pole and sprayer again, but this time his assassination equipment was a good…
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Before I finish the yellowjacket saga, I’ve been tagged by Loriendil, blog-reader and fellow writer, for the “My Writing Process” blog tour. I think I’ve also been tagged by Normandie Fischer (whose Sailing out of Darkness just got listed as…
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When I told my father about the wasps in the wall, all dead an hour after the Hired Killer departed, he related his own story to me. A few years back, his family stayed at a hotel I shall not…
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So there I was, on the phone with the Hired Killer’s Hired Phone Operative, expecting her to send me someone with X-Ray vision in about five days, and instead she’d gone deadly serious. She didn’t need the guy with X-Ray…
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These things only happen when my Patient Husband isn’t around and I have to solve them myself. Because, you know, I’m arguably an adult who owns her own flashlight and her own baseball bat. And as it was, I also…
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