My husband’s gone and done it now. What’s he done? The list is practically endless, but I’ll limit myself to his most recent transgression.

He thought he’d be a nice Daddy and let Mini sleep in our bed at camp.

(It’s now Sunday night, 10:38 pm. I started this post, with the above four sentences, Tuesday morning. What does that say about my life? Mostly I’ve been wicked busy, plus we’ve all been sick. Even the Tall Kid, and he … Read More »

This past weekend, with the new Blackberry coming, I realized I had over 200 pictures on my Motorola dumbphone I needed to move before I killed it. Many of them I’d emailed to myself or posted to twitpic over the last couple of years, so I went through those and deleted any pic on my phone I found there. (Still ended up with a hell of a lot of pictures to email myself.)

It was like a little stroll through … Read More »

It’s now 2:20 on Friday afternoon. My boys start school on Monday.

We’ve got nothing. No backpacks. No lunchbox for the Short One. No clothes. No shoes. No paper. No…nothing.

Crap. I guess you know what I’ll be doing this weekend.

High school’s particularly annoying because each of the Tall Kid’s teachers will send home a separate supply list along with class syllabus. That means we can’t buy his school supplies until after the first day of school and neither … Read More »

As most of you know, I have two cats (one of whom thinks she’s a puppy) and a Shih Tzu (who thinks she’s a cat), so wee little animals and their not-so-wee-little personalities are part of the fabric of my daily life. And yet, none of my characters have had pets (unless you count Adam’s horse in Taming Eliza Jane and Becoming Miss Becky.

That’s probably not a bad thing. Can you imagine Gallagher in No Surrender—out in … Read More »

The poor Short Kid is, by nature of trickle-down family dynamics, low man on the seating chart.

Dad has “Dad’s chair”. Mom has the left end of the couch (the end closest to the electrical outlets, naturally) and, when he blesses us with his presence, TK sprawls across the right end of the couch. While that leaves a cushion in the middle of the couch, there’s quite often a dog there, plus that kind of proximity isn’t good for either … Read More »