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I have a spider problem.

I have a spider problem.

I’m having a spider problem. The problem is that they seem to really like me. I’m not particularly scared of spiders, but they do have that pop-out-of-no-where-to-freak-you-out factor. Normally, spiders just stick to ceilings and dark corners, but lately they’ve been...
Howls and Spinning

Howls and Spinning

Parenting is tricky.   One part of the trickiness is that kids are just weird. Usually their weirdness ebbs and flows so that a strange mannerism will appear for a few weeks, then disappear and no one will remember. But how are you supposed to know which weird things...
Happy Tuesday

Happy Tuesday

It’s Tuesday again and I’ve got nothing. So, I’m just going to do the best I can. Today that best is a joke I heard from a nine-year-old. Adjust your expectations accordingly. (Drumroll please…) What has a bottom on the top? There you go, it’s actually more of a...
Brilliant Supercomputer Wasted

Brilliant Supercomputer Wasted

Don’t you think that out of all the things on earth, your own brain should be more of an ally? After all, it is inside your own head. And somehow it is you. Or at least it feels like it’s you, doesn’t it? (I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess y’all are just like...
An Open Letter to Bathroom Architects

An Open Letter to Bathroom Architects

Dear Bathroom Architects, I have a plea. Please (and by please I mean ‘for the love of all that is holy’) do NOT put skylights in bathrooms. It seems nice, to have a little outside light while you’re doing your toilette. …To check the weather while you take care...
Letters From My Stuff, Vol.1: The Whisk

Letters From My Stuff, Vol.1: The Whisk

The other day my whisk wrote me a letter. Dear Giant Chef Lady, Please stop resting me in bowls.  I am a whisk.  I was made to  twirl  and spin  and dance.  Not to rest.  When you put me in a bowl, my soul dies.  I must to leap out.  I must be free.  I was meant for...