Daily Archive

Secret Eating

The slice of bread and butter I slurped down before heading to church, hoping no one would smell the illicit butter on my breath.

Idle Talking

Rachel and Fiona, the four year old girls standing with the choir, whispering to each other and doodling at their music stands.

Frivolous Laughter

Q handing me books in the cry room after the service, chuckling and saying “whoa!” at the sight of Noah’s menagerie. “Giraffe! Potomus! Horsie!”

(Although, really, the laughter of a 22-month old is never frivolous, and four year olds never speak idly. I exaggerate for effect, as always, and besides, I’m not the one who came up with those phrases.)

FYI: no earrings yet, but not for lack of trying. A reattempt shall be made tomorrow, and if Tyka’s camera is cooperative, photographic evidence shall be forthcoming.

It’s time. Tomorrow will be six weeks. But I need help. I’m afraid. Tyka, darling, will you provide support this afternoon and help me put in real earrings?

You know what this means, don’t you? Now I’m going to want to go buy more. Good thing getting my taxes done is taking me over to Hawthorne today. This is the plan: get taxes done, and depending on how it goes, I shall either a) celebrate or b) console myself by spending my Powell’s gift card and taking a look at earrings. I have three pairs at the moment, all gifts (thank you Cyn and Town!) so it’s completely reasonable that I go out and buy more, right? Right??