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I’m not a beachy kind of girl. Red hair = pale skin = Other Such lobstah. Plus, that thing with the toads last week? Multiply that by 4,256,723 and you get The Jellyfish Anxiety Factor. We are also not a vacationy kind of couple. Maybe it’s because the airport with . . . → Read More: Soon, The Other Such Cosmetics Line (Unless My Face Completely Melts Off) This week, The Child learned for herself the fine art of capturing an insect by upside-down container, trapping it for someone else (preferably, of course, The Husband) to take over with Bug Disposal Duty. This, she comes by genetically. This, passed to her maternally. This, making me so proud that . . . → Read More: Genetically Predisposed to Awesomeness Me: My phone? Dying. Shows msgs from you, but msngr is blank. Keeps dumping convos, won’t ring, just takes voicemails. Tried taking battery out & rebooting, no luck. Don’t know what else to do or even if it will deliver this to you. SOS! She: Mine . . . → Read More: Public Service Announcement: Be Careful With Whom You Emoticonversate I spent some time last night working on the first Other Such: Shelbyville community column. The most surprising thing about this: the deadline for submitting it is over a week away, which leaves me with a nagging sense that I am not adequately procrastinating. Falling into the categories of Not . . . → Read More: If You Need Me, I’ll Be on Aisle 16 with The Back-To-School Leftovers 
Two lessons I’ve carried forward from the two men who had the greatest influences on my childhood: First, from my maternal grandfather: order what you want, but eat what you order. I cannot even begin to count how many times I heard that. (And I lived it, so if I . . . → Read More: Life Lesson: Being Very Sure I Want To Eat It This morning, I attempted to pick up where I’d left off on yesterday’s Plan To Regain Order and Control. That was probably my first mistake. My second: Iced Caramel Macchiato No. 2, which I thought would help me hold my own against The Child Who Rises With The Sun. She . . . → Read More: Afternoon Forecast: Melancholy with a Chance of BOOHOOHOO That thing – those things – I posted about earlier today? So rattled was I that I forgot I’d turned on the “weeper” hose in a front flower bed this morning. Like, say, 9:00ish. Which makes for a nice little Other Such Lagoon at, say, 1:30ish. Had to . . . → Read More: Other Such Lagoonery About once a month I wake up with the irrepressible need to regain some order around here. Today’s the day, the first target: The Patio. The Child and I swept and dusted and dumped pails of sand and water on the concrete and swept some more and shooed the birds. . . . → Read More: This Afternoon: A Talk About From Where Princes DON’T Come Remember that thing a couple weeks ago? Where I posted that open letter applying to be on the panel of community columnists for the local Shelbyville newspaper? Got it. (Thank you, support shouters. The Sisterhood is a force!) In fact, that was probably the fastest “you’re . . . → Read More: Oh, By The Way The Patio The biggest brown couch I’ve ever known Uncle Julio The Child’s name Using only one color of paint Not asking them for a “well done” filet Or requesting they butterfly it to accomplish that Not driving into Mexico all alone At night Moving away from Shelbyville Moving back . . . → Read More: You Were Right About (In No Particular Order) . . . |
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