(Edits and addenda below!) Yesterday, Her Bad Father and I had a disagreement. About child-rearing. Which, of course, he has a say in, even though much of the time I try to pretend that...
This is a passage from a paper that I graded this morning:Truth (can be likened) to a set of clothes, made to measure the man. In this way, man's measurements would be his own...
Travelling can be a little bit like - bear with me here - popping yourself into a sort of time-machine wherein the space-time continuum is temporarily suspended: you get into a big metal flying...
It was a good trip, but we'll be glad to get home. We've got some recovering to do. A few stumbles and scrapes, and a little bit of bleeding, but nothing that the heart...
Brought to you by guestblogger, illness Gingajoy…[SCENE]The Wife, allergist The Husband, Two Children, Fetid Dog, No legroom. Levered into the car for the four-hour trip to Grandma’s. Forbidden Lunchable snacks have...
When Her Badjesty kindly asked me to blogsit, I was more than happy to oblige her. Seeing as I'm a bad mother in my own right, I figured I'd be able to conjure something...
Greetings and salutations (first one to name the movie, the speaker of that line, and where I actually saw him in person – I’ll send you a mix CD). I'm Julie, and you...
WonderBaby did her own hair today:As she is wont to do:This look is achieved through the application of her custom blend of liquid hand soap and drool (var. apple juice and snot). A strange...
I've got nothing against Christians. Heck, I've been one. I might even tell you that I am one - albeit a conflicted one - if you press me in my more emotional/less philosophic moments....
