We were late to the beach. Everyone else was down there. But I wasn’t ready yet and I hate to be rushed. Especially on vacation, because that would be wrong. So, Walker and I had a quest to find the family because they were down there tossing the Nerf and strolling the … [Continue reading]
Directional Sense and Trip Travel
December 18, 2012 By
(Walker is my nine-going-on-forty year old muse. She keeps me firmly upward, skimming the top of life's floatsam....) Walker. We ARE are taking the convertible for the trip? Me. Yes. Party! Woo hoo! Walker: So...if it's warm we can put down the top? Me: Yeah! Walker: … [Continue reading]
Ho-Ho is a No-No
December 18, 2012 By
I need a good picture for this site. Something that sums me up. And I just don’t have one. Well, I kinda do, but I was a mere puppy back then and now I’m more of a middle-aged bitch. In that photo of olde, I was sitting on an unfolded lounge chair, senior year of high … [Continue reading]
It’s Not Me. It’s You.
December 17, 2012 By
There is a teacher at Walkers school from… let’s say Britain. Her name is a joy to say if you were to exaggerate it and draw out all of the vowels in a very English fashion. In fact, I cannot ever convey--in font-- the joy I derive from saying her name repeatedly, using my … [Continue reading]
I Will Not Talk to My Neighbor
December 17, 2012 By
When I was in sixth grade, my teacher was frustrated out of her mind. No matter where she moved me in the class, I chatted up my neighbor. I remember each new class day, in an attempt to reign me in, Mrs. Hill shifted me to a different seat, hoping that I would get the hint and … [Continue reading]
