You should know that I’ve hidden things from this site, from you, many a time. I’ve been afraid to show you who what lies behind the (at times strained) wit. Of hurting my mother and father. Of being fired. Of shattering your image of me as a somewhat stable woman who eats Easy Mac and [...]
Monthly Archives: July 2007
complications
07.11.07 –
I wish I could regale you with tales of Bug’s splendid recovery, of veterinarians in awe of my little physical prodigy as he, only hours out of surgery, takes up not only jumping from the bed to the dresser but hangliding and parasailing over the Chesapeake. How I wish.
Instead, complications abound, from a reaction to [...]
if cats aren’t your thing, there’s always dooce
07.05.07 –
Dearest Bug,
I can’t believe I have to drop you off tomorrow morning, for the second time 15 days, to have the people in white coats gas you and cut into your precious skin. Your last black threads were only removed two days ago. I know, kid. I know as you are looking at me as [...]