At Least They're Committed

Bean bag entrails, chocolate clotted candy wrappers, moldy pennies, broken pencils, a football we’ve been missing for a year, the fleshy residue of a peel-off face mask from two nights ago . . . Demon Spawn’s former room is a character in and of itself, like the Stanley Hotel in The Shining but far less evil… Read more

I can’t get his head to stop spinning nor his eyes to stop rolling. Not yet. I can slow them down occasionally by putting my hands on either side of his face pressing my palms hard on his temples and staring right into his panicked green eyes. “The funeral is Saturday, 11 a.m., at the… Read more

OK, got back from partying with my best friends, Caitlin and Jeff, and my 17-year-old has this oldies CD on with my brother Dan’s all time favorite song on it! “Lord have meeerrsaaay!” totally rocking out, but then he has a date and takes it away. So sad. Guess I’ll have to look up Mitch… Read more

Angelo reads my blog! Or at least he tries to! Teehee. He asked me today if I knew it was confusing. That is so, so sweet! OK, I’ll try to keep the reader in mind (didn’t know there were any) and write with a LITTLE more sense and continuity . . . though I suppose that at… Read more

The two sweet faces looking for me at the airport while Joan battled the parking police at the airport. Rob stopping by. Sitting with Aunt Joan talking about ghosts . . . Dinner at Applebees with David and Judy and learning how to decorate cakes Lunch at Applebees with Aunt Joan, seeing the van full… Read more

Wearing my tight red shirt and bright red “it-won’t-come-off-on-him” lipstick, waiting for Aunt Joanie to get home so I can maybe take her to lunch before she drops me at my cousin Laura’s and Laura and I go shopping and then to dinner and then who knows, maybe man taunting. 😉 Patti is going with… Read more