Monthly Archives: November 2007

Verbatim

Ultrasound technician, digging madly at my midsection: Darn baby! Won’t turn around for me. Come…on…TURN! (pokes hard) Come on! Me: It’s sleeping… UT: Well, I got a really good profile shot. But I need a head on shot too. I … Continue reading

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Of Puke and Snow and Hallelujahs

Trombone has thrown up three times in his life. One of those times was sometime last night so this morning when I opened his bedroom door, expecting my usual delightful toddler smell, I was greeted instead with a great whiff … Continue reading

Posted in outside, public transit, the parenthood, trombone | 5 Comments

Business and Pleasure: Together Again!

Please consider these lyrics by the inimitable Kellie Pickler (and does anyone else love the word inimitable as much as I do? I just LOVE it. Fun to say, fun to type.) Kellie Pickler, Things That Never Cross A Man’s … Continue reading

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Imagine How Long-Winded I’d Be if Something Were To Actually Happen

Yesterday my bag, my purse, I guess, if you want to call it that, but it was made of canvas and sort of a dingy grey, it was involved in an accident at work and I had to throw it … Continue reading

Posted in clothes | 4 Comments

This Goes Out to All The Punsters in the House

Dear Michael, I thought of this joke the other day. Then I forgot it, in part because it is terrible. Today I remembered it and so I feel obliged to dedicate it to you. Q: What was David Bowie’s job … Continue reading

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