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Snarky Gratitude

So, I’m not perfect, this I know. I can be righteous and demanding, expecting more than most people are willing or able to give. I am annoying because I hold myself to the same standards and for the most part I make good, which can border on martyrdom. I am alternately fastidious and slovenly. I [...]

Potent Thanks

I gave a very sincere and heartfelt thanks over at Tumble Dry. This thanks is no less sincere or heartfelt: To my neighbors: You really are remarkable in your brazenness to continue to walk your dogs and not clean up after them— Thank you. You really rocked my Thanksgiving Day walk this morning. *Since I don’t [...]

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Ok, I understand the reality that not all clothes fit the same, that is to say, a size 10 by company x might fit like a 10, while a size 10 from another brand fits like a 6 or a 16. I try things on, I squat and twist, bend and peek around at the [...]

Help me find the words

In what is looking to be a recurring category here at The Wink, we have another create-a-caption shot. Remember the vasectomy shirt? Well, today’s shot comes from another excursion with Sean, a Halloween themed field trip with Briar’s school. Let ‘em rip.What’s the caption?

Rielle, John?

John. Eliot.Bill.Gary. Too many to name. Take a page from Nancy, “Just say no.” Bastards.

Hold your horses!

First, thanks for all the wonderful comments. It is never easy to share something that you aren’t proud of, but having hands go up immediately as people rapidly tap their feet and squeal, “Ooh, ooh, me too. Me too!” certainly makes it easier. All that said, please understand, I am not beating myself up about [...]

Journal of a Traveler

Just like her mama, messing up sayings and mixing up white knuckling and nail biter as we embarked on our first flight. Boarding passengers shrank from the sight of us…suckers, she was more agreeable than any adult flying the unfriendly skies. Without exception, no less than 1/3 of every airport purchased meals is unworthy of ingestion. Air travel [...]

"No spill," my ass.

These would have better been called, “No Bubbles, No Fun, No Dice, Mama.” Damn $5.99 end-cap teases.

Being this smart hurts

I’ve been a bit of a Twitterholic of late. It’s like friendship without strings, no hurt feelings, no having to stick to plans (I am quite literally the queen of gasping and saying something sounds fun and “Oh, shouldn’t we do this? Let’s!” Only to have the scheduled time arrive and think, “Oh my god, [...]

Is that what I think it is?

Sean came to me, his face was one of resignation, “Can you grab my headlamp?” I dashed to the kitchen, you know, like 39+week pregnant are wont to do, and snagged the headlamp from the drawer of the table in our kitchen, the kitchen that is just three light fixtures and the trim around one window [...]