sam­bear: “For pagans, we sure do have a lot of Christ­mas stuff.” tech­nomom: “Okay, I’ll re-label the box­es to say ‘Yule.’ ” Actu­al­ly, it’s both­er­ing me that shad­owkatt did­n’t get an East­er bas­ket this year. Yeah, I know—she’s 13. She has­n’t said…


I adore my sil­ly man. Last night’s run­ning about result­ed in this movie. (I had to use Quick­Time to play it.) Hap­py 30th Gam­ing Anniver­sary sweet­heart! Cur­rent Mood: 🙂loved

Right, I’m a Bad Parent

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Yes, Moth­er, I’m just spoil­ing my child. I’m delib­er­ate­ly ruin­ing her chances of ever hav­ing a decent life by refus­ing to force her out of bed at the crack of dawn every day. Obvi­ous­ly, I just made up the whole…

Poem: Peonies

Peonies –Mary Oliv­er This morn­ing the green fists of the peonies are get­ting ready     to break my heart       as the sun ris­es,         as the sun strokes them with his old, but­tery fin­gers and they open–     pools of lace,       white and pink–         and all day the black…

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