And so, Isla is nearly two. I’m finding this harder to deal with than last year. But I’m hoping she’ll let me share her cake. That’ll help, yeah? In related news, Neil and I recently celebrated three years of marriage with a seafood dinner and the same message he’s been writing in all my cards for nearly seven years. And just so he knows: You’re welcome, Dude. The pleasure (and heartburn) is all mine. In my absence from blogging, there’s…
It’s been 15 days since I’ve been outside and I’ve been ill for 13 of them. In that times I think I’ve regressed, reading Stephen King and listening to music in bed, and deciding that I might just like It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. By osmosis. Sarge is sick now, too, see. We are sharing the TV. And the cough syrup. It’s my fault that he’s sick. Because when I’m sick, I get extra mushy. I want to hug the…
Best laid plans of mice and me sometimes end up on the couch. I didn’t make it to Dad’s today. His instructions on the phone this afternoon? ‘Wrap your menstrual hormones around some ice cream. I’m going back to bed.’ My response? ‘Why are you so NICE to me?’ And then I ate half a bag of Doritos. Because I could. It was mostly air, anyway. And because we’re out of Ben & Jerry’s. And because Mint Chocolate Chunk™ is…
