Last year, about this time, I posted a photo on my IG account captioned, simply, “oh no”. It was a photo of Raines and I standing back-to-back...we were basically the exact same height. Now that photo makes me laugh. Not only does Raines tower over me, but I think his voice might be deeper than Mike’s.
There is now a man-looking-person where...
Quantum theory says that a single electron can exist in two different places at once. After this week, I would say the same is true of my consciousness. Over coffee each morning, I’d read something horrible -- the governor of Texas, say, directing investigations of trans kids in the hopes of prosecuting their parents as child abusers -- as but one...
"AUUUGH!!!" I yelled, pausing only for a split second before plunging my hand into, yes, the toilet. I stood there, frozen in horror, holding one very toilet-soaked mitten.
Not just any mitten, mind you. It was one of my freaking heated mittens. And yes: I was in a busy public restroom. That had been occupied riiiiight before I walked...
I couldn't help myself. No one was in the frozen foods aisle (it was 7PM on a Friday night) and Timberlake's voice was singing about that sunshine in his pocket and that good soul in his feet. When he got to the "ooh" part I did a booty roll.
Just a little one.
Then, since I was still alone, I...
We're always looking for fun, easy ideas for winter date nights, simple ways to make a Friday or Saturday night feel more festive. I'm not always in the mood to hit a restaurant...either it's too cold, we're too tired (a pitch-dark 5PM always feels like midnight to me), or the kids are feeling grumpy about it (restaurants are hit...
My friends and I have tried to get together for a girls' weekend at least once a year for the past twenty-something years. (Wait, twenty-something?? How is that possible? I still feel like I'm 25...most of the time.) Of course, the pandemic threw a wrench into those plans for a while, so when we were finally able to get...
It's my birthday! I turn forty...something today. (Forty-six? Seven? Five? Does it matter?) Anyway, we're doing a little birthday weekend thing, which for us means a little skiing, a little champagne, and, as a special birthday treat, I plan on taking long hot showers and maybe doing my hair while the boys haul in alllll of the ski gear....
"Babe? You seen my..." Mike's voice trails off; there is silence for a second. "Hannigan?"
His what? I pause, wracking my brain for what a 'hannigan' could be. Even for Mike, this is a new one.
He seems to know this isn't the right word because he keeps trying.
"My...hannish?"
Still no.
"Han..nie?"
I follow his voice into our room, searching for contextual...
Gang, I've got nothing. I'm (mostly) recovered from COVID, my Mom has left to go back to Michigan (sob!), and the kids are settling into school. This week has been one big transition and I've just been doing what I can which...admittedly...hasn't been much. I sent a text early this week to the TME team that basically read 'y'all...