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Last night I started a new WWF game with my Mother-in-Law by playing “butts.” I giggled. This morning, when I saw what she played, my inner ten-year-old boy was in hysterics.
(Active letter board blacked out on account of I might or might not be trying to . . . → Read More: Finally, A Game My Nephews Would Play With Me While rummaging through the attic just now, I came upon the circa 1970s, royal blue, polyester warm-up pantsuit that I rescued 18 years ago from the out-with-the-old pile of drill team uniform rejects.
Tonight is a home game. And it’s going to be a little . . . → Read More: If The Polyester Fits?? 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 Brevity is a quality which I do not possess. (Pick yourself up on the floor, you drama queen.) Except, maybe, in one instance: trying to characterize my relationship with my Mother. I don’t know where to start, where to stop, what to omit, what to highlight. Not sure which words . . . → Read More: How To Make Your Mother Roll Her Eyes: The Other Such Refresher Course Somehow I got very lucky and landed on the fringes of a local group of mommies last year. The three-dozen-plus-or-minus women in this group? Awesome. Some work full-time, some stay home full-time, most fall somewhere in between. Some have babies, some have teenagers. Each brings a different background and perspective and talents . . . → Read More: Other Such: Junior High Redux |
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