So, on Wednesday the Louisiana Office of Motor Vehicles nearly destroyed my will to live. I’ll spare you the narrative, I’ll merely give you a smattering of details and let you paint the picture: Notary needed. No notaries in banks here, but per the teller there is one at Wal Mart. No notary in THIS…
Boom Boom Pow
Virgil is at my feet, hiding under the dining table with his chin on the top of my left foot. Just now, Jack and I just barely outran the thundershowers that daily turn this dog into a clingy little scaredy cat. (Don’t tell him I called him the c-word. He would be so ashamed.) I…
Sniffle
I love you today, I love you tomorrow I love you as deep as the sea I love you in joy, I love you in sorrow You can always come home to me You can always come home to me. This is the song at the end of a Veggie Tales video that Jack…
What Century is This Again?
There is nowhere to recycle in New Orleans. No curbside pickup, no places to drop off. Nagin claims that it costs too much to recycle. We can’t even cart it an hour away to Slidell, because they don’t have drop off centers either. We can spend $15 a month to pay a company to take…
Another Item Checked Off the To Do List
Jack now has a haircut. I like to call this style the "Forrest Gump." Too short at the ears, a bit uneven, layered with obvious (lack of) skill. I’m hoping I get better at this with time. For now, I’m just pleased I didn’t impale his wildly flailing toddler head on the sharp scissors.