When I lived in Raleigh, North Carolina I worked with a woman named Mary. This is not news in and of itself, I worked with rather a lot of people none of whom you’re probably interested in me talking about.
Archive for February, 2011
Lights
My Little Boy, You’ve been unwell lately, and I hate that for you. You’re a sweet, loving, lovely trooper even when you have a high temperature and are throwing up. You cough during the night and I go racing to
Hoarders of Industrial Pasts
As mentioned, we are very lacking in the decorative arts. We have no style. We openly admit this as a fundamental flaw, then we wear plaid trousers and polka-dot shirts and get on with things. I was looking around the
Blinded Ducks.
Two things: 1) Husband made me a Valentine’s Day dinner that went above and beyond. He made me pea/potato/pesto soup with fish finger (fish stick) croutons. Did you hear that? Fish finger croutons! It’s like he knows me. 2) You
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
No, not me. But since you mention it… On this most romantic of Hallmark-invented holidays, I can’t help but think about relationships. Not just because everything seems to be the color of a lollipop stained tongue today, but because today’s
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