Sixteen years ago, in 1997, we did this: We were babies. Twenty-three and twenty. Babies.
We had no idea that we had no idea what we were doing.
We had love.
And figured that was enough.
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One month later, we crammed everything we owned, plus two cats, in the smallest . . . → Read More: Sixteen Years of Enough
“QUICK!” Ha! Who’m I kidding?
And “really important”—wooooooo, that’s a chuckler, too.
I’m supposed to be working on year-end bookkeeping and reports and tallying and blah-blah-blah. But it’s been so long since you and I had a chat. And if I get the bookkeeping and reporting and tallying done . . . → Read More: QUICK! Sixteen Really Important Things from 2012 That I Forgot to Share
First, for the record, there’s this:
Also for the record: it’s been 3 weeks and we still haven’t solved the riddle of The Mystery Pants.
And also for the record: those shorts have shown up in the wash at least four times in three weeks.
Methinks I am . . . → Read More: There’s More Than One Way To Solve The Pants Riddle
This afternoon, while reading through her calendar, pointing out various dates to me:
She: “Mama, the next day on the first day before the last day, are we going to do that thing again?”
[Brief interlude during which my brain: attempted solving for "huh?" in yet another incomprehensible preschooler . . . → Read More: Typical Monday Talk with the Three-Why-Oh
Like the prince who knew his princess by her inability to sleep even though 20 mattresses separated her from the pea, so it is that The Husband can tell I’m the one for him by the awkward limp a roofing nail, embedded in the thick foam sole of my slipper, . . . → Read More: Other Such Fairytale: The Princess and The Roofing Nail
The biggest brown couch I’ve ever known
The Child’s name
Using only one color of paint
Not asking them for a “well done” filet
Or requesting they butterfly it to accomplish that
Not driving into Mexico all alone
Moving away from Shelbyville
Moving back to . . . → Read More: You Were Right About (In No Particular Order) . . .
The Husband snores. More like this, actually:S-N-O-R-E-S.
I can be completely across the house, in the office, with the door closed, and still hear him. Clearly. If you live in this zip code, odds are fair that you’ve heard him, too. You just might not have known it was him.
Two years ago, under threat . . . → Read More: The Most Hysterical Thing He’s Done Since The Last Hysterical Thing He Did (Actually Since EVER)
In late January I titled a post “MFEO-Such.” Two months later, The Husband asks me: “what does MFEO-Such mean, anyway?”
First, this is the status quo. Our communication tends to run on a two-month delay. I cannot even tally up the number of times I’ve discovered some bit of information on my own, mentioned . . . → Read More: No, Really: MFEO-Such
DATELINE: Saturday, January 16, OtherSuch Central
The Husband, upon return from his Saturday morning coffee-and-stop-by-the-office routine: ”I have a bad feeling I’ve been robbed.”
For months he had been waiting on the delayed arrival of a couple of gift cards from Lowe’s that were being processed and issued as part of a rebate incentive program Lowe’s . . . → Read More: MFEO-Such
I am an enthusiastic supporter of the ellipsis, those magical dots that leapfrog over the words less important to the whole, that pause between two thoughts, that trail off, as do I, into silent thought.
My affection for the dot-dot-dots began sevenish years ago when, as an editor in chief of . . . → Read More: Celebrating 1 . . . 7-12