Monthly Archives: May 2007

“you’re not dying, you just can’t think of anything good to do”

what i tell people is that i’m a wee bit of a hypochondriac. what i am, actually, is fucking bat-shit crazy. stomach ache? ulcer. arm hurts? heart attack. headache? brain tumor. lower abdominal pain? ectopic pregnancy. rash? lupus. stiff neck? meningitis fingers hurting? arthritis. so, as soon as i started having…

6-year-old humor

sometimes there just are no words and if you’re dying to know where we were coming home from, check out my post on Fabulous today. I took Emily on a special date to have dinner with an old school friend.

“yeah…what the hell is goofy??”

As long as there will be children’s television programming, there will be the parental eternal questions… …why is Caillou bald?? seriously…his 2-year-old sister Rosie has a full head of hair! …why did they make Dora’s dad look like a serious pedophile? …where the hell are Max and Ruby’s parents? there’s…