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#404 The Faux Pas (22)
So, I’m not very good with remembering names and faces. I’ve known this for some time. My husband and I have a long-running joke between us about my ability to see someone in a movie and be convinced that they remind me of someone who actually looks nothing like them. And if I’m introduced to…
Day #346 Salvaged afternoon
The first half of the day was almost an unmitigated disaster. The Mister had to leave on an overnight trip early in the morning. Hawkeye was being stubborn. It was taking me forever to get everything together to leave the house in between getting myself assembled and navigating his moods. I changed my plans about…
Day #342 Thanks, but no thanks?
It’s only Tuesday but it’s another stressful week already at work, mostly due to overwhelming amount of work in the end-of-year run-up, the usual last minute crises, and a really badly timed internal departmental office move from one floor to another which has left everyone additionally frazzled from trying to get their footing in a…
Day #327 Sheltered [Dinosaur Error]
I had a nice post all written up about this photo. It was about underestimating our kids’ capacity to understand the brutal law of the jungle. I even had an intelligent-sounding reference to Lord of the Flies and an explanation involving five little monkeys and a crocodile and why taunting is dangerous to your health (hint:…
Day #289 Whiskey
Today’s posht is brougght to you by whishkey. Specifically, whiskey cocktails. We had a Friday night work thingy. A shindig. Hootenanny? … Wait. Where do the words shindig and hootenanny even come from? I mean, do shins get dug, and hoots nannied? Or does the nanny hoot? I mean, those are some pretty weird words…
Day #275 Blog Leap Day
I was scrolling through looking for a particular post the other day when I came across something on my own blog that absolutely horrified me. I posted TWO posts numbered #176 on two consecutive days. Oh. My. God. I’m a day ahead. Wait, no. I’m a day behind. Wait, no. I’m…. aaaaaaarrrrrrgh!!!!!!! *breathe in* *breathe…
The Feathered Rose 