The balloon saga continues

There are new helium-filled balloons next door. This time they’re Mylar — maybe they’ll last longer than the “regular” kind? Or mean something different?

It didn’t even hurt

Last week, Lindsey reached into my brain, pulled out some of the goop and turned it into a blog post. (It’s nearly the same blog post I started back in March and still have saved as a draft. But hers is much better.) It’s entirely comforting and discouraging to find out there are other people… Continue reading It didn’t even hurt

Missy loves me

This is my mother’s neurotic rottweiler, Missy. She may be my mother’s dog, but loves me the most. There’s no logical reason why. She’s not the dog I fuss over, but when I’m at my mother’s, Missy follows me everywhere. She only goes outside when I go out with her. She only eats when I… Continue reading Missy loves me