Puzzle Shopping
So this post is a little late. I wrote it on Canada’s birthday weekend. That’s right all my international readers, you missed Canada’s birthday. But it’s ok. I don’t know your birthday so I certainly...
View ArticleThe Post Where I Talk SMACK About My Dad
My Dad is the reigning Great Unwashed Super Fan. He’s the first to read most posts and he laughs the loudest when I read drafts to him. However it has been brought to my attention that I regularly...
View ArticleMarriage Is For Better Or For Worse; Do Giant Dirt Ice Cubes Go Under Worse?
On the eve of my wedding anniversary, I thought I’d share a conversational excerpt from the past week. Roscoe arrives home to yet another roast chicken dinner. Roscoe gestures towards the plate...
View ArticleMan Jobs; Like Hacking Up Bears With Axes And Moving Heavy Things
So a couple weeks ago Roscoe was sitting on the couch and I stood directly in front of him. This is generally a sign that I’m going to ask him to do a man job. Man jobs in our house are classified as...
View ArticleThe Art Of Being A Good Wife
This is what Roscoe’s pizza looked like coming out of the oven. Not really, we buy the inexpensive frozen kind. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Roscoe arrived home yesterday after a long day of stitching...
View ArticleSaving The World; One Hardened Lump of Goo at a Time
Roscoe standing in the bathroom looking perplexed -“Unwashed*?” The Great Unwashed appears in the bathroom doorway- “Yes?” What do you mean you don’t want to wash yourself with this? (Photo Credit :...
View ArticleThe Only Stores I Make Lists For Are The Ones That Sell Liquor
Not really however the series of texts that I sent to Roscoe would make you think otherwise. From the Great Unwashed to Roscoe 5:52 PM We are out of wine. Please bring some home with you, it will make...
View ArticleIt Would Have Been Worse If It Was a Leech
The other day Roscoe arrived home from working at the hospital to a problem. The Great Unwashed– “I think I swallowed a maggot, can you look at my throat?” Roscoe his voice heavy with disbelief “You...
View ArticleMy Bedtime Ritual
I go to bed at the same time as most third graders, this is not so much an active choice as it is a response to my body shutting down. Prior to the magical hour of nine pm I am a normal, (relatively)...
View ArticleIf It’s Big, Red and Painful; Go To Emerg
My seventeen year old cousin Candy* is visiting me for March Break. I’ve done quite a bit to try and amuse her; we’ve grocery shopped, gone to four different pharmacies in search of my favourite...
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