I stopped by the corner gas station to do my banking. I do all my banking at the swanky ATM there. It’s the kind that sucks up your checks and figures out the amounts of each one and does the math. Using that ATM is like living in The Jetsons. And since I was there I decided today would be a great day to become a millionaire, so along with my medium coffee and banana-chocolate chip muffin, I got two…
We’re in the waning months of 2012 and I think I’ve read what will be my favorite novel of 2012. It’s Carol Rifka Brunt’s fantastic, heartbreaking, and all together wonderful Tell the Wolves I’m Home. Unlike 2011 which was a rotten year for fiction, this is a high honor because the year is chock full of fantastic fiction (Gone Girl, The Age of Miracles, and Where’d You Go, Bernadette? just to name a few). Of the many things to compliment…
First, I know it’s super not cool to be thankful for material possessions. I know they mean nothing and are nothing and yet, here I am thankful for a material possession. Specifically, I am thankful for my brand-new, brown couch. It is glorious and tall and eighty-six inches long (the fabulous blue couch while fabulous was much too short for a seventy-seven inch woman). And I love it. I love it not only for its couchness, but because I bought…
The older I get the more I truly believe ignorance is bliss, especially if you’re the type to put heroes on a pedestal. I am that type and while the crumbling of the pedestal is a painful process, the knowledge that your heroes are really people with actual human failures is oddly comforting, after you get over the disappointment. Reading D.T. Max’s Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace turned me into a twenty-year-old…
Now that the weather has gotten slightly chillier than it was before, The Tibbles have totally conned me into giving them rides to school. This is not because they want to spend more time with their beloved Aunt Jodi. No, it’s because Aunt Jodi is a sucker and if they get a ride to school they get five or six more minutes of Minecraft time. This morning after we all piled into Ruby and buckled up, The Current started playing…
1. Meatballs. They were supposed to be Greek Meatballs but the unSuperT by my house didn’t have the Greek seasoning I usually get. So I bought something called Mediterranean Seasoning. I figured since they were geologically related they would be flavorly related. I was wrong. They were edible but not what I intended. 2. This blanket. Feel free to revel in its glory. I even put it to the test yesterday when I was forced to take a short nap…
