Post Office Blues

D forced me to accompany him to the neighborhood post office this weekend. I almost died a thousand deaths. I despise our neighborhood post office. It smells of mothballs and Polident, and you have to take a fucking PAPER TICKET with a number printed on…

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Giddy

**gloating alert** Whose husband returned from the flower market with this bouquet for Valentine’s Day? And, might I add, took the time to handpick each and every flower instead of having some stranger create it? That would be MINE! **gloating alert**

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Olympic Opening Ceremony or Rousing Tribute to Disco?

You decide. Did you see the Parade of Athletes last night? I tried my hardest to focus on the individual athletes and comradery, but my brain couldn’t get past the music. Why the American Disco? Are these songs just becoming popular in Torino? Did the…

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Sinus Infections Are Fun

Welcome to my world. Put up your feet and watch the Food Network with me! Don’t be afraid of the productive coughing, the humidifier, snotty tissues and bad attitude. It’s fun here! I promise! – photo by the miserable husband who desperately wants to escape

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PPD

I had a bizarro dream last night. I blame my raging sinus infection. The pressure in my cranium is so intense, it is forcing neuron synapses in my dream sector, resulting in Rawwwrrr, PPD (Pregnancy Porn Dreams)! Oh, the google searches that will ensue! Ok,…

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