Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. If you’ve been following along you may know that Neil wasn’t actually home for it, but he’s back today. And the house is happy again. Now. I’m quite fond of complaining saying my husband is decidedly unromantic. Today, this happened. 12.30ish. ‘Mumma, what are you doing?’ ‘I’m calling your father. And if he hasn’t left yet, you’re gonna learn some new words.’ And then this happened. ‘Please tell me you’ve left?’ ‘Shall I tell you where…
I’ve decided I’m gonna be a bit freer on this here blog. I’m feeling a bit more isolated than usual these days and I feel like I need to connect/write/talk more. Truth is, I don’t get out as much as I used to. Skye is often CLOSED or some shit. I sign up for things out of the house that are canceled. For reasons. Like I’m the only one interested. I get very excited when my PAs arrive in the…
I was born in Dallas, TX I grew half-way up on Long Island, NY. I wrote my first short story about a family of mice when I was 7. Purple is a way of life. I have CP. It’s not a BFD. But sometimes it sucks. I’m 36. And I’ve recently started to look my age. It’s kinda neat. When I was younger I wanted to act on TV just so I could forget my lines and end up on…
I used to know the difference between jealousy and envy, but I’ve lost track of which one is less painful. The one that doesn’t eat you up. The one you wouldn’t wish on anyone. In an alternate universe, I got married to Neil wearing a purple dress. Me, not him. It was catered by my Nana, but she also had the best time. My Grandma was there, too. And she remembered everything. In one photo, I was flanked by them,…
Isla: Mum, you ran OVER my Bugles! (We have graduated from Mummy/Mumma to plain Mum when she’s pissed at me.) Me: I’m sorry, does that really um, grind your gears? Isla: What? Me: Never mind. Sometime later… Isla: I’m still hungry. Me: I’ll fix you a plate. You better eat what I give you. (Ham, grapes that I thought were olives, and raspberries.) Me, again: Isla, c’mere and get your deconstructed sandwich. Isla: That’s not a sandwich. Me: Hence the…
