BOOTSY: Yo, it’s pettin’ time. Hook me up. ((“Pettin’ time” is like Hammertime, but without the parachute pants.)) ME: No honey, I’m working. BOOTSY: Ok, cool. Imma roll around in this patch of sunlight for a few minutes. Don’t mind me. ME: Thanks for understanding. BOOTSY: No problem. It’s been seconds since I’ve slept; I’m exhausted. I’ll […]
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MERLYN: It’s snuggle time! ME: No honey, I’m working. MERLYN: I’ll just sit behind you on this chair. ME: Sure, that’s fine. MERLYN: And nudge you with my head. ME: Kinda disruptive… MERLYN: Now I’ll sit in front of the monitor and nuzzle your chin. ME: Uh, I can’t see. MERLYN: My face is now in your
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LYDIA: You’re just sitting there. ME: No honey, I’m working. LYDIA: It looks boring. ME: I’m writing a story. Go play with a mousie or something. LYDIA: I know! I’ll bring you the mousie and climb your leg, that way we’re both playing! ME: Ow! Motherfu– [/end transmission]
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On Wednesday my husband and I visited a shelter run by Toronto Animal Services to look at the kittens available for adoption. The closest, the South Region centre, was difficult to reach due to blockades set up for the Indy races which were happening that weekend. After circling the centre for close to half an hour, we
I resigned from my position at the bank several weeks ago, Friday was officially my last day. Today was to be my first day getting to work as a properly self-employed person. I’m still working out what that means. For me, today, it meant calling in sick. I thought it a smart move to use what benefits
At the end of May my husband and I went to Paris for two weeks. This is my favourite picture of me from that trip. I really dig the beret, and it didn’t bother me a bit that I was the only person in Paris wearing one. We’re still working on sorting through the pictures (Drew took
