I am flying tomorrow with my family and am already coming up with sharp retorts to any security person who pats me down inappropriately or treats my child as threat to national security. Realistically, I know I won’t use them and I will stand in line and not say anything because I just want to be able to get on my plane and leave this extremely cold weather and drink margaritas on a beach. ...
I always feel slightly sorry for people who are new to Calgary, maybe they moved here over the summer. During the fall it’s always “Oh - wow! This weather is so amazing! We’re wearing shorts in November!” And then, literally, the next day it is minus 20* and we are at the start of a three day blizzard THAT JUST WON”T LET UP! Such a sudden change just seems too...
The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken...– Robert Lowell, “For The Union Dead” (The Atlantic, 1960). The poem turns 50 today. Today is Veteran’s Day. If you know someone who has served the country, be sure to thank them today. Thanks Dad. I love you.
”Bear meat be damned, I didn’t care if that shit rotted in the ground and...– Yes, this is an excerpt from my nanowrimo novel. Apparently I like s word alliteration
Imogen just informed me that her “trick or treat” is in her pants. Apparently it was her candy wrapper that she hid for safe keeping. Honey, we all have our trick or treats in our pants.
I find myself raiding my daughter’s Halloween stash when she’s not looking after I made my husband take our leftover candy to his work. This seems wrong. Almost as wrong as me giving her an Easter basket to collect candy in because I just wasn’t into making a costume for a two year old. And what two year old needs to eat Coffee Crisp anyways?