Monthly Archives: October 2007
Happy Cluckin’ Halloween
Special Early Edition Post! Lest you think I make these stories up: “Yeah, I’m a chicken. You got somethin’ to say about it?”
Filed under Bug
Maybe I should make Party City one of my categories
You wouldn’t think it would be possible that Party City could be involved in two separate posts on a blog, but here it is. We were at said party store today helping my brother pick out a last minute costume. … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, out and about
One flew over the cuckoo’s nest
Last night I had a headache so bad I wanted a lobotomy. I think I can now feel a crater in my brain where the headache was. I have probably lost the ability to do long division as a result. … Continue reading
Filed under Random
I’m actually trying to kill you with the cuteness
I am relating a story to the Lorso in the kitchen about how the Bug had told me earlier that day, “You look berry nice, Mommy!” when I was in fact a sweaty stinky mess after a walk. “He said … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, life in our house
This is my posting song. It isn’t very long.
I’m watching Clifford the Big Red Dog with Bug for the 1324th time, mostly because our house is too small for me to escape it when it’s on. And man, that Jetta is a self absorbed bitch. Why is Emily … Continue reading
Filed under blog life
Dirty little confession
I read this website. And it makes me laugh. A lot. I really should not be allowed to be someone’s mom.
Filed under irreverence, me
I love him, just not so much all up in my grill
The past couple of nights Bug has been waking up in the wee hours and coming into our room to sleep with us. He climbs in our bed, snuggles down between the Lorso and me and falls instantly back to … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, life in our house
Abort, Abort: There is no bathtub
I really like our house. Honest. It has great hardwood floors and a new roof and a great backyard. We have neighbors who know our names and get our mail for us when we’re out of town. The rent is … Continue reading
Filed under life in our house
May I please be excused? My heart is full.
I lift Bug out of his bed after naptime. With hair all tousled and floppy and eyes full of playground sand, he fits his head into the crook of my neck. Like I do every day after his nap, I … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, Conversations with Bug
