Hey. It's been a while. That's the thing about a humour blog. It takes a really long time to find a clever, witty line to put after I have cancer and it's one of the worst possible kinds. And boy, are my arms tired! See what I mean? But here I am just the same, even if I haven't … Continue reading Married Life Has Been Hard. Oh, And I Have Cancer.
When you were little, you told me you wanted to be an astronaut and an architect when you grew up. I asked why two careers, and you explained that you really wanted to go to the moon but after you got there, you wanted to be able to build us each a home so we would always … Continue reading To Kane, Always
My friend Jayne has thrown down a challenge: Write a story (beginning, middle and end) that hints at a larger story, but is complete within itself, in 25 words or less. Because I can never resist a challenge, I decided to give it a shot. Because I'm slightly crazy, I came up with two submissions. I hope … Continue reading A Hint Of A Challenge
You may be wondering why, after all our years of virtual friendship, I suddenly disappeared for over two months - no blogging, no visiting, no commenting and barely a Facebook status to be seen. You may have thought I'd forgotten about my virtual friends. Unless, of course, you're not a virtual friend of mine and … Continue reading 5 Reasons You Haven’t Seen Me In A While
In my last post of the 30M2 DoW challenge, I completely forgot to tell you all to come back here today so you could watch the traditional picking of the names video. Sigh. Well, while operating heavy machinery may be out of the question, hopefully some of you have sobered up enough to use a … Continue reading The Post I Nearly Forgot About
A little while back, I was Skyping with the lovely Ziva. For those of you who haven't had the sheer pleasure of seeing Ziva, here's a screen shot I took of her: I know, right? And I guess it would only be fair for me to post a screen shot of myself as well. Here … Continue reading What’s Swedish For Kaboom?
As soon as I walked into the dining room, I was certain that he knew. I'd known for a while now that he was suspicious and that he'd searched my phone and computer for clues. There were times I knew I was being followed and realized he'd hired an investigator. Late at night, I could feel his eyes boring through my … Continue reading Just Call Me Miss Scarlet