Charming Driver writes one of my favorite blogs. I stumbled over her space around three years ago, right after she’d lost her baby boy Jackson. Today would have been Jackson’s third birthday. His mother writes about it.
Monthly Archives: September 2009
Late night TV is perfectly awful. And: dinner
I’m not quite sure what my dad finds so hilarious about Monk or why he has seasons one thru eight on his DVR or how the show made it past eight episodes. Simultaneously in my confusion, I confess my love for Tony Shaloub.
around the angry corner
in her pink and orange clown shoes
I hit reply and sent the enthusiastic email meant for my husband to the owner of the company. I spelled the word love with like nine Os, people. As in looooooove. And it was irretrievable.
I hate blog posts about blogging. This is a blog post about blogging.
I hate blog posts about blogging. This is a blog post about blogging.
apropos of nothing
Hey, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs opens today. We’re there already with our nachos and white cherry Icees.
80 proof ice cream cone
I woke up yesterday craving sweet tea vodka and an ice cream Drumstick. It was a wrestling match.
