When Sister #2 and Ben made the decision to sell their house here in Minnesota I immediately offered my 20-year-old Maxwell, my guest bedroom for the summer. I didn’t wait for them to ask. I…
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Catching Up on Cat Content
Thanks to the magic of TimeHop, I know that today is the 2nd anniversary of Paco’s death. This sad occasion coincides nicely with my desire to be the kind of spinster who only tells stories…
There’s Bad Blood, Jealousies, Cliques
It’s been nearly two years since Paco died, leaving me mostly petless. Mostly, because I had every-other-weekend and all of February custody of Walter. However, that’s all changing. My sister and brother-in-law are selling their…
Day 151 of 200: Dishpan Hands
I am nothing if not a bundle of quirks, opinions, and predilections. And I’m a big bundle, which means i can fit a lot of those in there. Yet, with all of that I did…
Day 136 of 200: Nesting
Last year during A Very St. Martin Christmas it got hella hot in here and my dingdong sisters decided to open the front door a smidge to cool this shizz down. The dingdongs did not…
Day 131 of 200: Doorknobs
Supergenius HQ was built in 2002. This is news to me because I thought it was 1998 or 1999, but then I decided to go look it up in the Scott County property tax information…
Day 75 of 200: The Goldilocks of Coffee Makers
When times are trash and I’m full of despair I like to buy things to shove into the hole in my soul. Usually, I’m much too broke to do this. However, since I spent the…
Day 31 of 200: How Does My Muriel Grow?
“When you have a daughter will you name her after me?” My Grammu asked me quite a lot. I don’t know if she bugged anyone else about naming a daughter after her or just me,…
Day 30 of 200: Happy New Chair Day
Back in June or maybe it was interminable July, I bought a new coffee table. My old “coffee table” was two $7 IKEA tables that I pushed together. I bought them when I lived in…
Day 26 of 200: How Many Pop Tart Wrappers Can an Old Chair Hold?
All things considered, the amount of crap pulled from the depths of the shitty green chair wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been. Sure, there were enough Pop Tart wrappers to fill a new…