Month: December 2012
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Say goodnight, 2012.
So it’s New Year’s Eve. Shortly I’m going to log off and make fudge and take it over to some friends’ house and sit and play games and talk to people and eat things dipped into other things and drink things mixed with more things (but not very many things because I want to come…
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Only Panicking a LITTLE
So I’m getting married in less than a week. Yes, friend(s), one week from today I’ll be at the beach with the wife. The actual wife. Of me. My actual wife. We’re gathering steam for the final week of preparations. I’d go into lengthy detail if I thought either of you would care, but since…
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Frugality has its price
So the large main cat came in looking all pitiful with one side of his face all swollen up. It was so swollen and he was so pitiful that I dragged myself out of my pajamas and through the shower in the early evening on Christmas Day so that I could go to the store…
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Good Boy, Otto.
So the other night I was back in one of the kids’ rooms “helping” them wrap some gifts for The Lovely Rhonda. And TLR came home, knowing where I and the kids were, yet still called to me from the other room. I was slightly annoyed, but eventually came out of the bedroom to find…
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With Bells On
So we didn’t send out too many paper invitations, because the wedding is pretty soon upon us and we are lazy busy people. They turned out nicely, for homemade from a kit. We are also cheap budget-conscious. This is the reply card: As you can see, Mother will be in attendance, allegedly with bells on.…
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Yesterday
So yesterday I woke up Angry, and the other six dwarves: Cranky, Pissy, Funky, Disorganized, Impatient, and Depressive. I suspect this was a combination of hormones (because I am elderly) and a delayed reaction to what happened in Connecticut. Those babies. Those teachers. Those families. My heart hurts. I think everybody’s heart hurts right now.…
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The guy in the place with the thing
So recently in Our Fair State the voters decided it was okay to be gay. Well, a narrow majority decided that if you’re going to be gay, you might as well be able to share in the abject horror dream within a dream that is marriage. While you’re here. In the state itself. Not so…
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Life Changing Accessories
So I’m the one who cleans the shower at our house. It’s an arrangement borne out of a) The Lovely Rhonda’s bleach allergy, b) the excessive mildewy-ness of our particular shower which necessitates the use of bleach, and c) the fact that TLR is willing to take care of the bill-paying. That last point alone…
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Crybaby
So I’ve had this exchange recently with my mother via email. It’s not the sort of thing I want to share on this blog, but an offshoot of it is that we ended up discussing the fact that I am a big weepy crybaby. It’s true. I am. Do you hear that? I’M COMING OUT…
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Compare. Contrast. Weep.
So I have this wonderful, brave friend who is living her dream. She’s in France, speaking French all the time, eating things that sound French even if they aren’t just because she is in France, and she does these things that you can apparently do in France much more easily than here. Here is a…
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