Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Time is messing with me this week.   I want it to hurry on, so Patrick will come home, and Jack will remove his bulky squirming mass from my straining abdomen.   I want it to slow down, so I can savor my remaining childless hours, and the waning months of my 20s, and the last few weeks…

6:25 am   BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BO-   Yawn.  Lick paws.  Streeetch corgi legs.  Chin on paws.  Wait exactly nine minutes.   BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BO-   Perk up head.  Ears tall.  Check out lump in bed.  Still a lump.  Head back down.  Chin on paws.  Wait exactly nine…

My appointment was today.  He’s turned.  His head is way down where it’s supposed to be, so when he gets the hiccups I’ve been feeling it in my, er, nether parts.  It’s very funny.  The body part jammed into my chest cavity is probably his butt, because he’s facing my right side with all of…

I’ve posted some pictures, with no captions, so they make take some ‘splaining.  The first set are from when Patrick was home this Feb for a week.  His dad helped him build our crib.  The animals helped, too, as you can see, by wrestling right in the middle of the workspace.  Patrick’s mom took pictures. …

I’m thinking of running the following ad on craig’s list:   For Sale   One (1) 8 month old puppy.  Enthusiastic pal.  Somewhat stubborn.   Will keep you awake all night by means of violent pokes with his nose, timed strategically so that you never fall into a deep REM sleep.    Good for night watchmen!  …