Oh, good. I get to read about someone’s trip.

I hate brunch. There's the part where you're expected to get up, WITH NO FOOD OR COFFEE IN YOU, and head to some crowded restaurant, then wait in a lobby for a hundred minutes. Then always--ALWAYS!!--some asshole party of 10 is just before you, because hey, what's more fun than a huge GROUP going to … Continue reading Oh, good. I get to read about someone’s trip.

The one where it snows in North Carolina. EVERYBODY PANIC!

Dis offend Edzul dellikit sensibilitys. We had something of a storm. It's not so much how many inches we got, which is the story of MY life, but rather that after it snowed, it then hailed, hailed, the gang was all here, and sleeted, and generally the weather was a dick. We didn't have work … Continue reading The one where it snows in North Carolina. EVERYBODY PANIC!

Mince Words with Joooon: Forver by Judy Blume

The last time I read Forever by Judy Blume, I was in 6th grade and owned a shockingly complete collection of Bonne Bell Lip Smackers, the best being--if you ask me--Piece of Cake, which tasted like wedding cake. If I ever get married again, I am handing those out as party favors. Now that I'm … Continue reading Mince Words with Joooon: Forver by Judy Blume

Tallulah Bright and Dark

Is everyone back now? Are you all done ignoring me? Just another reason for me to hate the holidays: Everyone leaves. I blog on and on: Here's what I got for Christmas! Hey, Dick Clark and me, throwing down! Me: Christmas, New Year's Eve, blah! Celebrate good times, come on! [insert picture, insert another picture] … Continue reading Tallulah Bright and Dark

Took a break from sculpting this David thing to say hi on m’blog

Before I begin to complain about painting my ceilings--and it's just like you're reading Michelangelo's blog--I want to talk about my poor work husband, Ryan. I've shown you his picture before and you all turned into Mrs. Robinson. Ryan (and I have no idea why I didn't just call him Alex like I do everyone … Continue reading Took a break from sculpting this David thing to say hi on m’blog

The one where my dogs deceive me. MY OWN DOGS.

This weekend, Ned and I did absolutely nothing to fix my house up, which we had said we would do every weekend, but basically we both suck. We were planning to paint my fence yesterday, as though we were Tom Sawyer, but we did not because it was raining this teensy incessant nagging drizzle, not … Continue reading The one where my dogs deceive me. MY OWN DOGS.