You know by now the blog is always the last to know and the first to take a vacation when I’ve got other things going on.
Tag Archive: day care
birthday weekend so far
Last year, my birthday went by in such a 38-weeks-pregnant haze that for the entire year, I thought I was still 40 years old. This year, in a half-effort to pay more attention to myself, I’m acknowledging my birthday 1. in advance, which I rarely do and 2. buying myself stuff, which: always.
hey there, life: I’m doing you wrong
I’ve had only one past life that I can remember. I was a man in my mid-forties at some point. Well-off financially living in either the late 1700s or early 1800s. I favored a hand-tailored brown suit and was irritated by modern technological advances.
I’m falling down on so many jobs around here, I should build some sort of cubicle altar in the breakfast nook
You know how most adults have sex dreams? I’ve been dreaming of organizing a work crew to clean my kitchen. Yes, as I am sleeping in what should be the first quiet moment I’ve had all day, I am teaching kids how to properly ration dishwashing liquid.
the fringe wayback machine
Warning: long narrative-y list ahead. Grab a snack before clicking post title.
Can we finish talking about what we were talking about yesterday?
I’m really liking this all communication devices in the public arena idea. Did I think of that myself?
