Little things to mark places in my world. Shrines to love.
Me: “I made cookie dough. I am an adult. I CAN EAT ALL OF IT IF I WANT.” The Princess: “You know how sick that makes you, Mum.” Me: … The Princess: “THINK ABOUT YOUR CHOICES.” ME: “Oh, for God’s sake.” *puts dough in fridge* Children. They mostly teach you, not the other way ’round.
Going to the grocery store is always an adventure. My children have learned this. After piano lessons on Saturday, the Princess and I stopped at a New Seasons to pick up various things. While there, she fell in love with the idea of a diffuser–tealight in the bottom, water and essential oils in the top–and […]
The melt has started. Our snowpocalypse has been of short duration. I’ve enjoyed having the kids home, but I’m also looking forward to going and rescuing my computer from the ice-locked city. I miss my faithful brute servant, even though this one is perfectly adequate it’s not as nice. (I should probably refrain from saying […]
So. The cat had a chicken on its head, and ended up in the bathtub. By this point the chicken was more of an Elizabethan ruff instead of a helmet, which meant that as well as smearing chicken grease everywhere, the damn cat was shedding bits of meat and bone. And the front door opened. […]