Because they each have something to say. And each says it infinitely better than I ever could. Happy Friday, everybody.
chris
stacy
paige
Monthly Archives: August 2007
you make me want to be a better writer
08.31.07 –
Wrong
08.30.07 –
A friend with a newborn asked me today if I baby sit.
Come again?
I know that I’ve stopped wearing the sign, but I’m pretty certain my “not interested in children, yours or mine” tattoo is still intact on my forehead, and if it isn’t, Ray had better hold to his refund policy. In my confusion I’m [...]
the right stuff
08.29.07 –
Last night was date number 4. The Kris of yesteryear would have been picking out china patterns at this point in the relationship, but her current counterpart opted instead for a night of Mexican food and good conversation and ruby red sangria, one of God’s true nectars. I think it goes without saying that Eve [...]
number 2
08.27.07 –
You arrive 25 minutes early, the result of your obsession with being prompt for each and every engagement. If you’re being honest, a late entrance would also mean you’d have to walk toward him, revealing once and for all that your skirt does not look nearly as good in motion as it does perched atop [...]
God rest ye merry costumed men
08.24.07 –
I care not for people in costume.
(That’s not altogether true, as we all know that a number 1) they serve their purpose on annual October 31sts when no one is a better Dorothy than I, and c number 3) the practice is acceptable in certain boudoir situations. That said.)
I can’t stand when law-abiding, self-respecting adults [...]
knee deep
08.22.07 –
Life is turned upside down right now. Not because things aren’t going stupendously, but because work deadlines, an overbooked calendar and spotty home Interweb service leave me too far from this e-obsession. I’m tired and not in my right writing mind. Ask Kim. Last night I told her something was “totally [...]
jinx
08.20.07 –
The day before I found the clementine-sized tumor on Bug’s side, I sent an email to his first mom letting him know just how well he was doing. It occurred to me that I might be jinxing his welfare, but Bug had been a healthy cat for many a year, and an innocuous electronic [...]
Busy bee
08.18.07 –
My date last night was charming, even more striking in person than I remembered. Our evening was one full of laughter and sweet looks across our table and warm soft pretzels. Sadly, this date didn’t put out. Maybe next time.
Tonight, another date, this of a different gender. Details tomorrow.
