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So I saw this show last night called The Language Archive at one of the Roundabout Theatres. It’s billed as a comedy, but for some reason I didn’t find it funny at all. That bothered me. In fact, I think it’s still bothering me. Or maybe it’s just that freakish Craftastrophe I found this morning. The play [...] I received an email yesterday from Guy Lombardo. My first thought was, “Spam.” Then my second thought was, “Heh, Lombardo is a fun word.” Then my third thought was, “Wasn’t there some sports type person named Vince Lombardo? I wonder if they’re related.” Then I started humming Auld Lang Syne and set off on a Google [...] This morning I awoke to the sweet dulcet tones of Mildred wailing as she tried to claw her way out of the water bowl she’d somehow fallen into around 6am. Seriously. I’m starting to wonder if managed to find a kitten even dumber than Lucy. Thanks for all the sweet comments and notes yesterday, Interwebz. I didn’t [...] Well Miss Krissy, it’s a good thing that you have “so muchroom for a mushroom” because I’ll be mailing you a hand-painted, fifteen pound concrete phallus later today. Just for good measure, I had everyone (Mom, Dad, Rocco, Thom, and Lucy) give the cap a little lick before I nestled Flournoy atop his bed of packing [...] Me: Hey Lady! Mom: Hi Honey. I’m sitting here with your aunts… Me: Hi guys! The Aunts: Hi Elly Lou! Mom: …and we’re singing Hallelujah and discussing the lyrics. Me: Ok… Mom: We want to know what it’s about. Me: In my opinion? I mean, I’ve never really read any official statement from [...] First and most importantly: Do you remember my pony/unicorn named Apocalypse/Mildred/Starbrite? Apocalypse/Mildred/Starbrite (No, I can’t officially settle on a name until I’m forced to make a decision. I need the pressure. I do this at restaurants too and it makes Rocco crazy. I narrow it down to three or so options then commence fretting. I have to [...] Sometimes They Can't Be Saved I broke my two river rule AGAIN this weekend. Here’s a little clue to manipulating the Elly – tell me you’re moving back to Michigan in three weeks time and I’ll follow you everywhere you go in an attempt to cram in as much quality bonding time as humanely possible…even if [...] I’m having one of those days. I probably shouldn’t write on these days, yet obviously there’s a whole 800 words here cobbled into sentences and paragraphs. The brain is limping today, so forgive me if I wander. Sometimes cancer just sucker punches you in the face and screams, “I’m your worst nightmare and don’t you forget it.” [...] Welcome to the end of 2009, bitches. I can’t decide how I’d rate the year. It was five million times better than 2008, and not just because the lack of toxic chemicals being pumped into my system allowed me to remember and experience the year. That certainly helped, though. Then again I went and drank a whole [...] |
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