Disaster Pie

Since Wito has officially graced us with his presence for an entire year, I received the go-ahead from my pediatrician to feed him whatever we eat. (Except peanuts, I know. OHMYGAHDON’TLETHIMTOUCHAPEANUTI’MHYPERVENTILATING.) This new piece of culinary information has literally thrown me into a tailspin. He’s…

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I Still Can’t Move My Right Ass Cheek

Who cares, though? It’s Friday! The weekend approaches! Casa Whoorl has been inundated with contractors, plumbers and electricians this week. In fact, I still have the grating sound of sanders, electric saws and hammers whizzing in my ears. When will that stop, by the way?…

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It Pays To Wear Cute Panties

For when you least expect it, you’ll be dropping trou for a male nurse who bears an uncanny resemblance to Tim Riggins. And as he carefully pulls down said panties to administer a booster shot in your upper bum, you’ll thank the heavens for tetanus…

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It’s Here! IT’S HERE!

I’ve been waiting and waiting and WAITING (months, I say!) for the brand spankin’ newly-released book of my very favorite artist’s illustrations. And it’s HERE! It doesn’t disappoint, either. It’s huge! Do you see that nickel to the left? HUGE, I tell you! Look at…

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The Birthday Boy

Wito experienced a 5-day birthday bonanza complete with 2 parties and grandparental coddling beyond belief. The child was spoiled ROTTEN- trust me, I’m still paying for it 6 days later. Our typical day since we’ve been back home: “Mamamamammaaaaa, mamamamaamaa. MAMAAMAMAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” He wants to be…

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