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Ain’t Nothin’ but a “D” Thing, Baby.
Posted by: missconstrued on: November 13, 2008
Be forewarned, kiddies (OMG, did I *really* just call you that? ::bangs head frantically against wall, trying desperately to stop progression toward middle age::), that picture is NOT me. I just wanted to clear that up for you. You know, just in case you were wondering. Because I am a PILLAR of housewivery, bitches!
Aside: Is [...]
Tickled.
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 11, 2008
Td surprises me every day.
Yesterday, as I lay in Mother’s Day Buffet stupor, he made me an angel food cake and frosted it with chocolate pudding. All fat free of course, because he knows how neurotic I am.
When I asked what he was making, he said, “Uh…”
So I said, “Eggs?”
And he replied, “Yeah! Eggs!”
He put [...]
Ka-Boom II. Intermission.
Posted by: missconstrued on: March 21, 2008
I spoke to a friend after firing off the last blog entry. She pointed out that I repeated at least 3 times that I need a break, and I guess I do. I just really need to get away and get some perspective. Which points to the boat trip. I was offered a room, but [...]
Katie Ka-BOOM.
Posted by: missconstrued on: March 21, 2008
Yesterday, I got an e-mail from td’s teacher, saying that while he was a very good cook, he didn’t try anything he ate, and that it saddened her to see his choices. I forwarded it on to dh, and e-mailed him this:
It’s kind of long, sorry.
I heard from your teachers today. Unsolicited (meaning that I [...]
Say Something Smart.
Posted by: missconstrued on: March 6, 2008
That used to be my mantra before I got up to speak in public. “Say something smart. Say something smart. Say something smart.” I’d repeat over and over again, hoping that my desperate attempts at eloquence would magically come true.
They usually didn’t. I’m one of those George Costanza types of people who thinks of intelligent, [...]
Speak No Evil: On Parenting #2458
Posted by: missconstrued on: October 23, 2007
Last night was particularly trying at chez H.
I looked over to see TD picking through his food, lasagna, while I was fixing salad and curry for myself and pc (new name, courtesy of a neighbor). When I inquired as to what he was doing, he said that he was making sure it wasn’t the really [...]
Blonde Moments with TCWH : 2348, Harris Teeter
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 10, 2006
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