
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Basement Junk
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Swine Flu Hits Home!
However, today I sprayed hand sanitizer in my mouth instead of breath freshener. The perils of a crowded purse. My first thought was "hey, this isn't very minty . . . " My second thought was "I hope I don't throw up!" A colleague pointed out that I can now safely kiss a pig, though.

Sunday, May 3, 2009
In the Heat of the Night
Monday, April 27, 2009
World's Creepiest Swimming Pool
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Little Debbie
Lily's bedtime routine consists of us reading a few books and making up a silly story, and then one of us cuddles up with her while she falls asleep. She never wants to sleep, and always asks for more stories. It gets kind of exhausting making up stories at the end of a long day, and always results in a "No more stories!" parental decree.
Last night, she was in a particularly demanding mood. I read the books, told a story, and she just would not give up.
Lily: "Mommy, tell me a story!"
Mommy: "No more stories, time for sleep."
Lily: "Mommy, I have one question, will you tell me a story?!"
Mommy: "No more stories, time for sleep."
Repeat this exchange about 20 times.
Finally, this:
Lily: "Mommy, I have one question . . . "
Mommy, very sternly: "Lillian, I told you no more stories. You'd better think about what your question is, and if it's 'Will you tell me a story' you'd better not ask it!"
Long pause.
Lily: "Mommy, my question is NOT 'Will you tell me a story!' My question is: if you HAD told me a story, what would you have said?"
We're doomed.












