So this is girlfriday.
I love this corner of the Internet.
At one moment, my sister-in-law is giving thanks for the showers of blessings in her life in the form of her precocious son and his worthy father. And the tiny little thing that is expected next Monday.
My youngest sister, without a touch of cynicism or dread, is telling us what a mixed bag babysitting is.
The other is hammering the fools who think, because they're black, it's okay to use the N-word.
Out of nowhere, Snarky dives in with a solemn warning about the impending removal of US troops from Iraq.
And I would like to give a shout out to my Aunt Suzie, who reads this blog so faithfully but only occasionally receives the courtesy of a reply email from me. Just knowing you're reading this reminds me how much I love and miss the California B's.
At one moment, my sister-in-law is giving thanks for the showers of blessings in her life in the form of her precocious son and his worthy father. And the tiny little thing that is expected next Monday.
My youngest sister, without a touch of cynicism or dread, is telling us what a mixed bag babysitting is.
The other is hammering the fools who think, because they're black, it's okay to use the N-word.
Out of nowhere, Snarky dives in with a solemn warning about the impending removal of US troops from Iraq.
And I would like to give a shout out to my Aunt Suzie, who reads this blog so faithfully but only occasionally receives the courtesy of a reply email from me. Just knowing you're reading this reminds me how much I love and miss the California B's.
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3 Comments:
(a propos of your comment on my blog: I didn't know you were engaged. When did this happen? Congratulations... quite late, probably)
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
When did this "fiancee" thing happen, anyway? Where was I? Oh yeah, here, buried under the detritus of my life, waving feebly about myself with a lawn rake and a paper cup half-filled with frighteningly strong, lukewarm French Roast coffee.
Congratulations, gf! I haven't met the lucky male to this point, but I suspect he is already aware that he is in for an interesting time of it. As are you.
Marriage is a great deal more complicated than either differential calculus or Dialectical Materialism, but the fringes are better.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Propos and detritus. Somebody get me a dictionary.
Guilty as charged. Thank you.
Snarky, you would have known if we gone to lunch. And I would have seen your magazine.
KB, you probably wouldn't have though I am pining after a trip north where I might have told you.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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