July 18, 2011
This Saturday was a gift to me from Calliope. Because I think she’s been reading my blog posts and has been kind of annoyed at the low quality of content lately. (Calliope doesn’t understand that sometimes even the best journalists make lists as fillers for traffic. C.F. All of The Huffington Post.) So Mr. B and I were at my parents’ for my dad’s birthday party and all was well and good until my mom almost murdered him. I mean ...
May 4, 2011
Heart rug is hearted. Sometimes I listen to Elvis Duran in the morning, and the best part is the Phone Taps, where they prank-call someone, playing up on their most reactive qualities. Ever since we bought this house (a week ago), I’ve been unintentionally phone-tapping my dad. You see, every day this week, we’ve been going over to the house and doing something to it to make it habitable, then collapsing in a heap when we get back to Mr. ...