At Least They're Committed

Blech. My pistachios are mushy. I guess maybe it’s because of all the rain. The sun is out now, anyway. Supposed to go away, though, in a little bit. I was not sick of the rain, but I was sorry for the death and destruction. I looked like a drowned rat (sad) when I ran… Read more

Pondering whether I look pathetic or adorable soaked clear through, with rainwater dripping off my blond curls, running down my face and the back of my blazer; my black tennis shoes squishing after wading through the ankle-deep ponds, my shirt and skirt clinging to me so tightly they stained my skin. I mean, it doesn’t… Read more

I’m also easily amused. Yes, easily flattered, easily amused, not easily impressed. Read more

I’m watering the lawn in the front, in the northwest corner that’s dotted with brown spots that look suspiciously like urine kill from neighborhood dogs and cats, and I’m pulling weeds from the rocks and gathering them into my arms so none fall back into the lawn. I put the weeds out to “dry” on… Read more

There was some confusion in line at the Walgreen’s, what with the lady in front of me switching to a newly opened register but dropping a magazine and ducking to retrieve it and the old bat (there, I used it again) at my back snapping, “Are you going to go?” while I waited for the… Read more

The boys and I were at Outback celebrating Demon Spawn’s new job with the steak and crab special, of which I got none of the crab because Edison’s Black Dahlia wanted extra and his father wasn’t going to get the crab deal and we asked him to because then he could give his to EBD… Read more