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I know, right? It’s a new year, and I’m already trampling all over my Exclamation Point Embargo. Hey, you know what? If a girl can’t throw down a few exclamation points, what’s the point of anything? Okay. Sorry. I got carried away. But it IS, in fact, the sort-of-beginning of a new year, the Kids...
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Category Archives: spring is comingThis is the post from one year ago today: We’re not actually pagans at our house. (Surprised?) In fact, we think ourselves rather committed to all things Godly. But today, on this Winter Solstice, we have a little bit of a heathen celebration. Every year. Because, you know, this is an important day. It’s the... Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Mother Nature is absolutely having a joke with me. It is snowing. Right now. Big, fat, wet flakes that are covering my tulips like white stocking caps. Isn’t that hysterical? Snow is sticking to the grass. And the sidewalk. And the road. And the roofs. And my soul. (Just...  Okay. Remember that Springtime I’ve been waiting for? It is coming. Coldly, but coming. And it’s bringing with it an unexpected bonus. That’s right, friends. I have a skunk. It’s decided that it wants to live here. At my home. Behind/beneath my little shed, to be exact. I have a tenant, except it doesn’t pay... (If the proper accent with which to deliver that title doesn’t come directly to mind, never fear. We can still be friends. It just means I’m … old.) Is thirty-seven really that old? My Kids think so. They’re quick to reassure me – “You’re cool, Mom.” But it’s the following eye-roll that sort of negates... Hey, friends. Welcome to Spring Break. We are doing all of the following to celebrate a whole week away from school: Sleeping until seven every morning. (Except I didn’t quite make it.) Yep. That’s it. Big dreams, that’s what we’re made of around here. Want to hear about my Big Date with Husband on Saturday?... * Kid 1 hates to drive, apparently. I thought it was just hating to drive with her Dad, but it seems that she’d be happy to never, ever get behind a wheel. Hm. * I made banana and apple muffin batter this morning. For the next few breakfasts. (That’s banana muffins. And then apple muffins.... But whatever the reason, I’m getting all poetic lately. I can’t stop writing these swell little ditties. Sometimes they rhyme. (Don’t be frightened.) Sometimes they’re formal, like a haiku or a sonnet. Sometimes one shows up in my WIP, and I have to just leave it there, because it’s not time to edit yet. You... |