Sleep and I are not on speaking terms lately. The rat bastard had mostly abandoned me for the past two weeks due to lack-of-work anxiety and when it finally came back for a visit, bam…
Posts tagged The Tibbles
Jason Isbell, lyrics that slay me & a little help, please
As I type Nolan is upstairs sleeping, Liam may or may not be napping on the chair. I can’t see his entire body. What I do know is he has stopped sighing dramatically about how…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: The Disturbing LinkedIn Discoveries Edition
Ha! I’ve been boring all week. I was laid low by a sinus headache for most of the week which just spiralled into a bout of sloth and self-loathing fed by cold and snow. I’ve…
The Rock & Roll Pillow
“Aunt Jodi, close your eyes,” Cade shouted as I walked up the stairs at Sister #2’s house. “Okay.” I stood in the middle of the living room with my eyes clothes. Walter jumped against my…
The Tibblesitting Season is over, welcome the Angry Hermit Season
After everyone was buckled, backpacks filled with stuffed animals for Stuffed Animal Day secured, and we could hear the radio Liam was amazed. “Are they really playing Michael Jackson on the radio?” he asked. “It…