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Category Archives: Diaryland

Sympathy for the Syncope

Before Joel’s annual Christmas party, Pie came over for a few rounds of Karaoke Revolution and to counsel me on my wardrobe choices. While I was wrangling my marinated mushroom appetizer, Esteban and Pie ran out to the Man Maul and also the grocery store in search of cooking sherry (for my mushrooms) and puff […]

Stuff happens

The first part of this entry is here. The morning after Wicked (WICKED!) I woke up super early, got dressed and went down to the front desk, ready to have a hissy fit about Eugenia’s assertion that we would need to change rooms. However, this time, Ms. Eugenia wasn’t on shift and I marched up […]

No one mourns the wallet

So Chicago. Despite the fact that I was not actually getting onto a plane, I still had some serious travel anxiety. I didn’t buy nearly enough clothes and apparently my main comfort in travel is that I have new everything. In fact, I was going with quite a few old standards, but given that I […]

I’m picking out a Thermos for you

Mo and I got back from Chicago last night (an entry to come at some point when I am feeling a bit more traveloguey), skirting up the lake and apparently down the thermometer, watching the digital gauge descend through the teens and then do a dance around 10, 11, and 12 degrees. By the time […]

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred ugly rugs

A few weeks ago, while Pie and I were at World Market stocking up on bottles of wine to ensure that the Meh Race is actually entertaining, I spied a fluffy cream-colored shag rug. I am rather persnickety about things that go in my house; witness the two-year search for a microwave cart and the […]

Heh

Because it’s a cork. That wears pants. Get it?

I know that you’ve probably got a lot of demands on your spending money this time of year, but unfortunately, there is a bit of a financial crisis over at Journalcon HQ. If you have ever wanted to attend a Journalcon but couldn’t or if you enjoy reading about the fall out (or watching the […]

Alleles

My boobs don’t want to behave today. I hate that. I’m apparently having a bad pair day. (Also, I apologize right now for my constant overuse of the word ‘apparently’. I was rereading my archives and apparently I use it all the time. Apparently I never believe anything, and am always viewing the world with […]

Parenthood

It is definitely pre-winter (Note to Mopie: ‘pre-winter’ means ‘that time in autumn that is more winter than summer, but is still also not totally winter’ and not ‘certainly the most frigid cold weather we could possibly endure’). Our town schedule Trick or Treat hours last night from 4 until 7, which is just stupid, […]

Master Thespian

I hate drama. Just so you know, I really really hate it. I had more than enough drama in my childhood to put up with it in my adulthood. I have seriously considered moving out of state, just to avoid some members of my family, and if Esteban’s family didn’t totally make up for the […]

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