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Don’t You Hate When…

Don't You Hate When...

You’ve been bashing away at something, poking and prodding and head-desking and you’re finally starting to get somewhere, and suddenly it’s bedtime? I hate that. I really, really, hate that. Like burning, I hate that. Sigh.

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Do These LOOK Like Bunny Ears?

I ask you. Do these LOOK like bunny ears? If you saw someone wearing them, along with the three-foot-long black tail that is draped over my shoulder in this picture, would you think that person was a BUNNY? As I told many people today, I was a CAT-GIRL. Not a mouse, not a bear, and

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Upside the Head

Is that even a saying anywhere but my hometown? And if people don’t know what it means to get a smack upside the head, can I do it anyway? I really think it would make the world a better place.

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The #NaNo Curse

The #NaNo Curse

So yesterday was a bit obnoxious. Crappy day at work, came home to non-working fridge and pain in the neck child and ended up too tired to NaNo. This morning was not shaping up well. My back hurt a lot, I was tired despite going to bed early, and the computers and phones were still

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The Germs are Winning

The Germs are Winning

My roomie has been coping with a cold for a week. My kid brought it home from school and infected her. Kid was sick for a day, then seemed to recover. Roomie has been suffering. Last night the kid was feeling sick again. She asked why the cold wouldn’t just go away. I pointed at

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To the People Who Know

To the People Who Know

To all the kind people who know that the person answering the phone is pretty much never the one who had the authority to mess up your life in whatever way it has been messed up of late–thanks. I’m sorry it happened, and I’m so grateful you know I’m not the one who did it

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Grump, Mutter, Grouch

Grump, Mutter, Grouch

I am grumpy. Things are not going as I would wish, and I don’t get to just make everything work. I cannot make people be nice to my friends, I cannot forcibly change people’s minds, and I am grumpy. My twelve-year-old is also grumpy. She spent a couple nights at a friend’s, staying up way

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