Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
Alarm shocks replaceslow, easy morningsYawns start now with a gold bus In other words, I pretty much perpetually need a nap. Like, every moment of the day. Right now even. Anybody have a cot I can borrow? Pud’n
La casa de Puddin was exceptionally, unusually, almost disturbingly quiet today. Sadly, not because the kids finally signed a peace accord to bring the “He Touched Me/She Won’t Stop Bossing Me Around” hostilities to an end, or even because they finally learned to appreciate a few moments of peace and quiet. I know it seems … Continue reading The Sounds Of Silence
Many people have regular nightmares. Not me. I tend to sleep like the dead and rarely dream anything I can remember at all. What I do, however, have, are very clear, almost tangible, utterly terrifying memories that accompany the dread words "Science Fair Project". These, of course, are my own memories of having to produce … Continue reading The (dreaded) Mandatory Science Fair Project
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