Soppho

Confession: I’d like to pass this off as one of the chocolates I got for Valentine’s Day this year. But it’s not, because I am weak, because I am a stereotypical lover of chocolate, and, predictably, because the ones I got from Valentine’s Day are long gone.  I mean, have you looked at this thing? [...]

Y Chromosome pulls a light colored strand from his shirt.
Me: Your other girlfriend’s hair, I presume?
Y Chrome: It’s not hair. I think it’s a fiber.
Me: Riiiiight. I believe you. What’s her name?
Y Chrome: Polly-Esther Rayon.
Me: A southern woman, hm? I should have known.

While we were watching t.v. last night, a commercial featuring Laura Bush came on.
Me: Oh, come on now, Laura. I can clearly see your eyes moving back and forth as you’re reading from the teleprompter.
Y Chrome: Isn’t she a literacy advocate? Isn’t that what she’s pushing—reading to your children? She’s reading!  It’s not “recite from [...]

This weekend is the harvest festival at Y Chromosome’s family farm. For me, this primarily means that I will be spending my day tomorrow moving tables, putting up signs, cutting up fruit, and drinking three times my weight in hot apple cider. All in all, a good way to spend your Saturday.
W.: My goal for [...]

I’ve done a lot of dumb things in my life, but presently I find myself smack-dab in the middle of one of the dumbest. Actually, I’m not even remotely close to the middle of it, and that’s the problem. On a whim last week I decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. [...]