Ash and I like to walk to her preschool when we can. It's exactly one mile door to door.
This morning after a brief discussion on finding sneakers and getting them on to feet as quickly as possible:
Today over breakfast.
Ash: Mommy, you're a cow.
Me: It's not very nice to call someone a cow, unless they really are.
Ash: You're a horse.
Me: No, I don't want to be a horse, either.
Ash: Then you're a funny duck.
5:10 amVery loud music interrupts my dream about me trying put fuzzy caterpillars back into a test tube in a hospital hallway. The caterpillars were unwilling. One tried but got stuck half in and half out. The rest attempted to make a run for it.
Read MoreTo All Comrades in Arms: Yesterday our home-front mainframe was overtaken by a diabolical and extremely invasive mutant-space virus. Our frontline firewall and two anti-virus protective shields failed in the face of, I’m sorry to say, a far superior technology. This malevolent alien hacked through our entire system assuming command and disabling environmental controls. All was not lost. Most personnel and data were already safely stored off-site, keeping casualties low. It was through the self-sacrifice of a few brave scribes, email we call them, that any residual data made it to the escape pods and saved.
Read MoreI love my bed. Every night I pull back the covers, stack my pillows just so for the optimum comfort and then sink deep into my bed. “Ahhh.” Sometimes it’s, “Ohhhh. Nice.” And for those nights when fatigue has come upon me and words fail, it’s more of a “Ahnnnnzzzzz.”
Read MoreJust after sound check this morning at Musikfest, in Bethlehem, PA, an elderly man approached B, who he surmised as the leader of the rock band and said, “You’re too loud.”
Read MoreAsh and I went to TJ Maxx, where I found a pair of jeans for $3. I actually said outloud, "How bad can they be? Jeans! Three bucks!" As soon as I stepped into them, I knew how bad it could be.
Read MoreThere's one line in the Apostle's Creed that Ash interprets as, "The Holy Kathryn Church." Amen and amen.
Read MoreA cool and drizzly Wednesday morning. Purple Day at preschool. I walk into the girl’s room, as cheerfully as possible, flip on the light and announce, “Ash, time to get up.”
“Don’t. I’m sleeping.”
Read MoreI love birthdays. I get that from my mom. She always made a big, huge, whopping deal out of birthdays, as it was “our special day”, a free pass to no chores and happy wishes, not to mention the spoils of such a day.
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