Every time I turn on the radio I hear The Little Drummer Boy. I have heard it four hundred and seventy-seven times since Thanksgiving, in three languages, in every rendition from reggae to hand bells, sung by everyone from Sinatra to Sting to the old lady who folds her laundry outside WalMart. All right already, ...
So I’m skipping into the DMV (for those who know it by any other name it is the Department of Motor Vehicles) to get my license renewed – whistling, happy to be alive, admiring the way my hair matches my new shirt – and as soon as I open the door, this wave of despair ...
I’m in the gym today sweating through forty-five minutes of high intensity aerobics – okay, thirty minutes on the stairmaster – okay, so I was rowing, sue me, somebody’s got to use that machine and ten minutes is better than nothing. And they’ve got the music videos blaring from the TV above my head, and ...
Day One – No TV My husband came home from work today (okay, so he works downstairs – heck of a commute) – anyway, he comes home from work and says those words that every wife dreads hearing in her marriage: I canceled the cable. You did what? I asked as the room began to ...
Okay, so we just got back from Disney World– well, actually we got back about a week ago – I just needed a little time to check myself into a theme park recovery clinic to detox my new addiction to overpriced sodas and verses of It’s a Small World. I can almost sleep through the ...
Okay – the pressure is killing me – what to post on my first official blog. I’ve got to come up with something extremely witty or you won’t keep reading. I’ve got to be very deep and insightful or you will find me trite (even though I’m not really sure what trite means and, sorry ...