Attack of the Three-nager!!!!
I thought the term “threenager” was a joke or some hyperbolic catch-phrase that mom bloggers use. No, honey. Threenagers are real and they are exhausting… Read More Attack of the Three-nager!!!!
S’up, Beaches
What I’ve noticed about beach folk is that there are these men- these middle-aged dudes with impressive guts that sort of jut out from the rest of them. Big, sun-baked bellies on display. And they don’t care. … Read More S’up, Beaches
Pale Lady
It’s the thick of the summer. July somethingth. I dunno. 25th? Dates have sort of lost their meaning in the quarantining. I looked at my face the other day and thought, “Ooh. What is wrong with my skin? Is the lighting weird in here or something? I look odd.” And then it hit me: I… Read More Pale Lady
Torn Ligaments and Anti-Depressants
A snapshot of right now: I’m here, lying on my bed, bruises under my armpits from using crutches (incorrectly?). Feet up, one in a big traction boot, listening to Britney Spears sing Toxic (song of the summer, doncha know). My son is making play-doh cats in the living room with his grandma. I’m wondering how… Read More Torn Ligaments and Anti-Depressants
What’s in a Name?
Anyone who has owned a pet knows the stress of naming the animal properly. At least it stresses me out. Friends of mine have come up with a good solution to the pet-naming dilemma. They name all their dogs after family members, which I find charming and also pretty loaded. Is it awkward when their… Read More What’s in a Name?
Penises and . . . ?
My son thinks I pee out of my butt. I don’t. Unless you count that one time when I ate at Waffle House, but that’s disturbing and I’d like to move along. SO. Boychild is really confused about my parts, and I don’t blame him. Genitals are weird and confusing things. When I was young,… Read More Penises and . . . ?
Fussy Pantz 