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 supposed to eat what I eat? Like burritos? And Frankenberry […]

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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? The termites are gone, thanks to many men working to […]

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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 immunizations.

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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 it open. That’s four full-sized water bottles! (My first measuring […]

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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 picked up, he wants down, no wait, he wants up, […]

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