A Retraction

imagesDue to the inopportune timing of this condolence post, I’ve decided to take it down, along with all comments.  Thank you for your kind support.

Winnie The Poo (and poo and …)

ImageSince I’m about to be as shameless as a new mother on Facebook, let’s just get right to it.

This … is Winnie:


Now if you’re unable to “aww!” at that little face, you may be suffering from an MCI, or Mild Cuddle-Impairment. If so, please stop reading and go directly to the nearest hug.

I lost my mind three weeks ago and agreed to let the kids adopt a pet rabbit. Oh, I’ve ridden the “I’ve got allergies” bandwagon for years, a genuine condition that thankfully spared me not only the hassle of dog/cat maintenance but also the inevitable arguments around it. Why fight over rank litter boxes and overdue walkies when there are already filthy bedrooms and cheeky attitudes to conquer? Read more

Dearly Beta-loved …


I’m always amazed at what people keep in their freezers.  From hemorrhoid cream to stool samples to placentas, the list is disgustingly endless.  I’ll admit, even my own freezer is a subzero burial ground for both my kids’ deceased pet fish, Kevin and Cookie.

I stumbled upon their bug-eyed remains recently while digging through our chest freezer for fish sticks (ironically enough.)  Andrew calls our cavernous arctic box ‘the way station’, the isle of culinary misfits where leftovers go to die.  Now, since the betas have passed, it also doubles as a morgue. Read more