By Melia, the tired. My girls and I left for the wedding at 8am on Friday, traveling to a magical land we’ll call Weddingshire. Dr. Nightmare, my navigator, assured me that by driving down a highway instead of an interstate, we would arrive at our dreadful destination 30 minutes earlier than driving via interstate. We weren’t in a hurry, and I fondly remembered that on former trips to Weddingshire as a child, there were all sorts of cute fruit stands, souvenir shops, etc., so it seemed...
The Talker and I sneaked away to see a movie. Understand, The Talker is 11 and our “dates” are coming few and far between, so this was important. Very important. Important enough for me to sneak him into The Hannah Montana Movie. It was his idea, and I adore him. I didn’t want to go. I don’t like Tween shows. I was prepared for the worst. I bought nachos. Maybe the “cheese” in my movie theatre nachos contained some sort of hallucinogenic drug. Maybe, it was the...
My essay is done, pending a few edits. DONE. 58 pages plus bibliography and portfolio. My brain is a stew of caramel delight with a touch of Tom Robbins wit and humor thrown in for good measure. Sadly, he has little to do with my paper except for providing me with the inspiration to move forward. When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our...
