A Mere Eight Months Late

Friday, December 7th, 2007

I like my purses roomy. When I leave the house for more than ten minutes, I want to be sure I have a full range of entertainment and snacking options. When I went to Italy in May, my purse held guide books (yes, plural), maps, notebooks, various documentation, a camera, water, the aforementioned snacks – [...]

Drum Roll, Please

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

Without further ado, I present to you the winners of the Where’s Moose contest. Please control your excitement. Really, that violent weeping is unbecoming in a woman your age. It’s also a little startling in a man wearing a top hat. Actually, the only person who’s allowed to weep violently around here is me. Anyway. [...]

The Shame is Debilitating. The Cookies Were Delicious.

Friday, August 25th, 2006

Sam, I haven’t even met you yet and already I have to admit that I am a terrible, terrible person. Note for anyone who ever wants to enter the cookie contest: make sure to send your address quickly. If you don’t, I MAY JUST EAT YOUR COOKIES: At 9:37 p.m. last night, the temptation proved [...]

Moose, Patron Saint of Cookies

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006

You all thought I was lying when I promised to send cookies to the good people inside my computer, didn’t you? I can forgive your faithless ways. But only after I prove how wrong you are. Behold the cookie packages: Yes, I wrapped them. Yes, they appear to be packaged by an enthusiastic, though not [...]