Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
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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About three weeks ago, my Patient Husband took two of the Kiddos on a nine-day visit to two locations over a thousand miles away. (They’re back now, and everything’s fine.) The day before he left, I heard scratching and ticking…
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You people, seriously.
Scene: The Judgment Seat of God God: Let’s talk about the morning of June 16th, 2014. Me: Um…okay… God: What did you crochet? Me: Oh. Oh, no. God: Well? Me: You’re not going to hold that against me! The kids…
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Dear Local Yarn Store, You may or may not remember me. My husband came into your store a week before Mother’s Day to buy me a gift. You probably don’t remember him either, but on gift-giving occasions he goes to…
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Five years ago, I dashed home between errands to find that after ten days of failure, we’d trapped the cat. I had almost exactly ten minutes to spare in my schedule, so I burned rubber to get the cat and…
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