The bulge continues to embiggen and I find myself unable to stop touching it and feeling its contours when my mind wanders or I am walking somewhere. What, exactly, is in there? Better yet, who? These questions are as big as the universe right now. This weekend Ray’s mom and my mom and sister came to town to celebrate his graduation. The conversation, naturally, turned to babythings. My sister demanded that I would want an…
All those years of hard work and finally, time for the purple wizard robe and the funny hat. So proud of you, babe.
It can be … tense. [Project 365]
My dear boyfriend, upon the occasion of his first attempt at cleaning the litter box: “There is an amazing amount of turds in here.”
I spent my day scrubbing the house clean and watching two dudes remove the motherlode of fall leaves from my front and back yards. Nothing particularly romantic about either of those things but I felt three thousand percent better when it was all over. It was like my house had been excavated all of a sudden. Icing on the cake? When the fella arrived home with these pretty things in hand and told me we…
Once upon a time, Jack and the manfriend had a tense relationship. They seemed to be developing a friendship until one night that Jack did not take kindly to something the manfriend said, and dispensed with a hiss and a face smack. After that, Ray did not care to have much contact with either kitty. For a while. Seems like during the winter break, while I have been slaving away over a hot computer monitor…
*In honor of Lonnie D’s big Rainmakers fantasy championship a few weeks ago. My dear boy was flipping me off for unrelated reasons (possibly related to my having a camera pointed at him all the time), but when I went to title the photo, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Dirty Birds. [Project 365]
Happy New Year at the Hi-Tone from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. That was the scene at the Hi-Tone last night, after the free cups of champagne had been poured down our gullets with great fanfare and meticulously timed lip kisses, between sets by the Tennessee Tearjerkers and Harlan T. Bobo. I didn’t capture the midnight countdown on camera because I was too busy double fisting (the remains of my Jack and Coke in the left…
I duped Ray into traveling across the state with me for my annual trek to the family timeshare in Gatlinburg. The first day was a complete tear-filled wash (seriously, I thought we were going to die) but when we finally made it to East Tennessee, things got better and more vacation-y. The fella had never been to that neck of the woods before, and while I declined to immerse him in the Black Bear Jamboree…
I have no doubt that posting this photo will earn me an earful or two, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it’s adorable and I’m a dork and this is my blog and neener! Happy birthday, baby. Let’s keep on laughing.
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