I’m not typically one to like new, made-up words. I’m no fan of amazeballs, awesome sauce or asshat. I’m more of a traditionalist. I think we should bring back henceforth, fortnight and hither. But every now and then, where appropriate, I revise my stance. Now is such a time and suckily such a word. I understand suckily is […]
Holidays can be tough. Thank you, Jen. At least somebody has the sense to say it. I mean Christmas was only three months ago. Do we really need another holiday? I remember when my first child was two, and my friend whose daughter was the same age started talking about having another. I was like, […]
Welcome to paradise. That’s what it said on the card. And it came with what looked like Tahiti on the front. At first I thought I was being invited to a destination wedding in Tahiti, and I was so onboard. I almost started packing my bags right there and then because I’ve always wanted to rent […]
Why did no one tell me how much crap two little, tiny kitties could produce before I decided to adopt them? I’ve given this some thought, and the input to output ratio for those two is scientifically impossible. I don’t know what’s going on – whether they’re feasting on a whole colony of mice at night […]
For today’s post I have prepared for you a lovely little tid bit that’s in keeping with my Detached Parenting theory. Last week on Twitter I wrote: Bought a box of Mallomars and Oreos on Tuesday. By Thursday they were gone. How do you people manage to feed more than two kids?
I’m thinking about starting my own wine commune. Seriously, what could be better than earning your living by making and tasting wine with your friends (or at least people with whom you’re vaguely familiar with on Twitter)? It’s genius. It’s a legitimate way of having a perpetual party. How has no one come up with […]
It’s that time of year again. The time when millions of parents get ready to shell out thousands of dollars for personal size, backyard jungle gyms for their beloved children. For years I’d managed to successfully avert this requirement of suburban family life. And, then, one day something happened. I cracked. I can’t even blame my kids. They […]