at this point my biological clock made such a racket that max and jaycie thought that perhaps the tornado sirens were going off.
except when the rain came along it didn’t wash the spider out, no it washed the nolie out.
*that’s a mike doughty reference that you probably aren’t gonna get, but that i could not resist.
ok, as if monkeys aren’t hard enough to resist, how do you resist a baby dressed up as a monkey? if i could have i would have eaten little liam right up!
i’m so down in the dumps and frowny today that even new books couldn’t cheer me up. not even the imported tasty belgian chocolates that seamus brought in could bring a geniune smile to my…
“it seems everyone has a reality show now,” i said. “everyone does,” mel said. “i don’t,” i said. “which is why i have a blog.”
i have to get a passport. yes, i’m 33 years old and i don’t have a passport. but the time has come, i’ll be taking an out of the country business trip coming up here…
the cookie/vagina/sex connection continues to wreck havoc on my psyche and in my life. i was just reading a comment by ‘the cookie monster’ when it all came flooding back to me, my college nickname….