She has to eat because…

I was taking a moment to read some weird news on CBC the other day when John wandered in and started reading over my shoulder. At that moment, I happened to be just leaving the page about a marine who was trying to auction off the rights to rename him in order to raise some…

It’s Guinness, Mom.

We’ve been hanging the show and dealing with the myriad of accompanying details all week. For Tuesday morning, Katherine visited Nana’s house because there was no space for her at the gallery in the early stages of the hanging and I needed all my mental facilities, diminished as they might be, about me. The following…

The Curse of the Cervical Pillow

It was a dark and stormy day. All the earth was shrouded in clouds of snow and battered by gusting winds. The Fearless Lawyer bravely fought his way home from the office, his briefcase clutched in his sweaty palm as though it were a talisman against the forces of nature. Suddenly, he was beset by…

He’ll be so proud….

I have ABSOLUTELY no idea what any of this means, but I figure John will. This is in response to his post about what he is – I figured he should know what he married. Okay all you D&D geeks, is this good or bad? ——————————————- I Am A: Lawful Good Half-Elf Cleric Bard Alignment:…

Side-effect of a weekend with her father

Me : Katherine, what would you like for lunch? K: I would liiiiiiiiiiike, um, I would like slimy macaroni with stinky cheese. And some chicken. The kind that’s dead without feathers. Right. Because we usually give her the live kind and let her use the quills to pick her teeth?