Witch In a Box
For the remainder of this post, I expect you to sing the title, Witch In a Box, to the tune of the Samberg-Timberlake classic, D@#! in a Box. I’ve been singing it since Hazel arrived, and believe you should all share my earworm. Careful readers of this blog (hi,...I Can’t Hear You
Currently, I am unable to hear out of my left ear. Okay, can hear some, but it’s like I’m pulling a Baby Jessica. Someone please get me out of this well.
The Worst Thing You Can Say (To Yourself)
I can’t, he said. I’m the worst one, he complained. Why do I have to do this? he asked. Thanks to my many – many – years of life, and due to objectivity only slightly marred by Mommy Goggles, I know he’s wrong about being the worst. But I also know...
Puppy Update and More
The puppy has landed, and a few other things I want to tell you about, including a good book, a good show, and a good race. Oh, yes, that’s three good things and puppy pictures. Does it get any better?
Adoption of the Four-Legged Variety
We are getting a dog. On the surface this statement doesn’t carry the weight of, say, We are having a baby or We are moving to outer space. (Neither of those things are true, but of the two we are more likely to move to outer space.) Below the surface, however,...About Me
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
