..because the thoughts that fall, kicking and screaming from my head need a safe place to land..
When my kids were little they used to refer to the basement at my in-laws house as the 'under-the-neath' which I always thought was amusing. It doesn't have a standalone meaning but it definitely should. I have a great fear of basements unless they're ones you can walk out of. The basement at my in-laws … Continue reading What Lurks Below
So. I’ve noticed when I start a sentence with “so” it’s a delaying tactic. It’s because whatever follows isn’t really something I want to talk about or face. I’ve learned the hard way that bottling stuff up just gives it power over you and I try very hard not to do that but it’s not … Continue reading How NOT To Have An MRI
When I was still married to Farquhar Bastardcelot we lived in a house by the sea. It had three bedrooms. Princess PITA had one, Fartichoke had another and FB had the biggest. Our marriage was a war zone and I used to sleep on the couch. Princess PITA would never go into FB's room, I … Continue reading The Red Eyed Man
Bitchin’ in the Kitchen 