And so, yesterday Neil’s toasting bagels. And then we smell something burning. And then I hear, ‘Babe, the toaster’s on fire.’ And I look up from my non-blog writing to see flames. Flames in the middle of my toaster. Neil runs over and unplugs the toaster. Throws a damp cloth over it. My ‘Oh shit!’ was very helpful, in case you’re wondering. And our smoke detector works. There’s that, too. The toaster is now downstairs waiting to be taken to…
As of Saturday, I’ve been blogging here for three years. I wasn’t online much over the weekend, I was kind of busy eating baked goods in an art gallery and then laughing because I know during this show. I planned to write when we got home, but I found myself watching Breaking Bad instead. I got up at 5 am on Sunday, and was depressed for the rest of the day. I needed ice-cream and a stupid movie so I…
While visiting Dad and Anne for Dad’s birthday, I spotted a basket of Polaroids, kind of electric in the corner. ‘Oooh, photos!’ I said. Now. I have always known that nostalgia is an actual condition. I embrace it. I use the ache for old times to spur me on every day. My past helps me live in the present. I’ve been feeling particularly nostalgic recently, more than the sparks that happen all the time, anyway. Sitting there on Monday morning,…
‘Are you going make a speech?’ Neil asked me, before and during the wedding. ‘I’ll do one if you forget anything in yours,’ I said. ‘I won’t. But you should say something, anyway. I don’t want a sexist weddingslashmarriage.’ ‘Reason a billion and 31 why I love you.’ Anyway. During his speech, my Dad told a story I mentioned in this post, and said that Lorna’s Dad is the best title he’s ever had. Well, being his daughter is pretty…
This was our wedding cake: This was me actually cutting the cake. With my concentration face on. Apparently: My thoughts went like this: Are we actually s’posed to cut it? Is this freaking marzipan? I hate marzipan. I specifically told the cake people ‘no marzipan.’ Oh, well. The mint chocolate layer will make up for it. And the toffee layer. And the Baileys layer. And even the gluten-free layer. Is Neil actually holding the glass penguins in place…
