Firstly, my all-clear letter arrived. Huzzah! The boobs survive another year! This summer I tried to be creative with the meals I made for my own lunches. In this last week before WM heads back to school and I start…
Murphy: Seatfiller trainee
When one of us gets up from our office chairs, this is what we find when we return. If there is ever an awards show that has dogs in the audience, I have the perfect seatfiller for them!
Post-squish
The entire mammogram, from paperwork to exit, took fifteen minutes. The imaging itself took seven. I took 2 extra strength Tylenol an hour before and had no pain, just discomfort. But nothing crippling — the technician and I talked the…
Currently, pre-squish edition
Sitting here: While I’ll be sad to see summer go, I’m pleased that I squeezed in so much outdoor time. Instead of dorking on the internet for a half hour in between each household task, I just do all of…
Friday 5: Lyrical gangsta
Happy Friday. I am tired, sick, sore, and grumpy. So let’s just cut to the chase. The Friday 5 theme is: Lyrical Gangsta. 1. What’s a stupid lyric from a song you like? Me: “Look for the purple banana ‘Til…
Pesto!
This semester, WM has his night classes on Mondays and Wednesdays, meaning I’m on my own for dinners. He’s not a fan of garlicky foods and garlic would my patronus, if a patronus could be a fragrant bulb. Meaning that…
