Sophie is a self-admitted hoarder. She announced this morning that she is actively maintaining the following collections:
Category Archives: Good for a Laugh
What Chloe Has to Say About Turning 12
Tomorrow is Chloe’s birthday and it’s hard to believe she will be 12 years old. Sophie and I asked Chloe a series of questions about her upcoming birthday:
How Do You Get Babies?
I told the girls that our friends are pregnant with their fourth kid. Sophie was perplexed. “How’d they get so many kids?” she asked. “Did they go to the store?”
We’re Not as Nice as We Used to Be
According to Sophie, that is. Who was extremely disappointed in us yesterday for not stocking the freezer with any ice cream she liked. I returned home from a long day in New York to Sophie lying on the kitchen floor in tears, despondent, because “there’s no good ice cream!”
Chloe. Period.
The subject line says it all. And she’s fine with it and proud of it (always cool to be the first in something among friends) and curious about it.
Nine Nights and Ten Days
We’re in light and in heat (no pun intended)! And it feels so very good. And warm. And light. And warm and light.
I Was Wrong
It isn’t 48 degrees in the house. It is currently a very mild 52 degrees. My husband and I are under four blankets and wearing many layers of clothes. I am fortunate to have a full head of hair, so am not wearing a hat. But my husband is wearing a hat over his bald head. I took a photo of him but he refuses to allow me to post it because he thinks it’s embarrassing. I think it’s pretty damn hysterical. Hell, I will be wearing socks on my hands to keep warm, since I left my gloves downstairs and it’s too damn cold to retrieve them.
The Post-Hurricane Saga Continues
We’re still at my mom’s apartment. We are still waiting for our power to return. We have officially set a record for consecutive days without power, and that’s saying something.
The Insanity Continues
The house was very cold last night. Didn’t sleep well, which was a good thing. Because in my paranoia, I woke up at 5:30 am deciding I would attempt the same gas line we had left some eight hours earlier. By 6 am I was in the warm car, charging my iPhone and waiting for the gas station to open at 10 am. I was about the 8th car in line.
Hard to Believe It’s Come to This
We are two days post-Frankenstupidstorm and we still have no power (no surprise there). The girls have been staying with my mom who luckily has power. Thanks, mom.