Molly’s doing very well. She’s refusing to eat her dog food, so we’re giving her whatever she will eat, namely: peanut butter sandwiches, chicken soup, chili, biscuits with honey and cinnamon rolls. To be fair, if I’d had a leg lopped off, there’s no way you’d be handing me a bowl of dried corn […]
I have a new story up at The Foghorn,* which officially leaves me with no projects on the back burner (save the looming novel). Perhaps I can write this weekend with a sad dog face in my lap. In other good news, Molly is actually not so sad; she’s apparently walked two blocks already, with […]
And says, “Sarah, where the eff is my paw?” Molly is out of surgery; she is now a three-legged dog. More jokes will follow after it becomes funny.
I am passing this bit of brilliance on from a friend (and with an especial nod to my mother, who will be cleaning out her bank account forthwith): Since Palin gave her speech accepting the Republican nomination for the Vice Presidency, Barack Obama’s campaign has raised over $10 million dollars. Some of you may already be […]
Gourmet magazine got more than they bargained for when they commissioned an article on the Maine Lobster Festival and got Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace, who I never knew was awesome until I read the coverage following to his suicide. I love that he seems to veer completely off-topic (and acknowledges this eerily […]
On the topic of being stupid busy… – Boss is out of town, which used to mean slacker heaven, but now means a chance to get work done on my other, “real” job. Schedules and meetings and paperwork, oh my! On the upside: totally wearing sneakers. I dare you to fire me. – Uncle Bypass […]
AJ: Too short. Sarah: How ‘bout these? AJ: Still too short. And they barely have any head on them. Sarah: It looks like you can get the long kind or the kind with a big head, but not both. AJ: I need both! Sarah: I know! AJ: This is dumb. Why wouldn’t they make them […]
There’s a handful happening in Other Shoe Land today. Most notably, the triple-bypass surgery of a favorite and hilarious uncle, who I hope comes through with only teensy amount of discomfort and sets hospital records during the healing process. Everyone in the Ace Deuce is thinking of you today. Get better. No, seriously. Other, smaller […]
Autumn. You know I love you. I speak of your love year-round, waiting, planning, dreaming of orange. My love is constant and pure. You are every bit as delicious as the Pumpkin Spice Latte that heralds you into my life every September 1st. But we need to talk. I try to be a respectful lover, […]
(An exercise in short sentences) I got hurt. Just rain. She’s not here. But you didn’t. Try one. Stay still. Not enough. Good hat. I would have. Say it. Come back. Exactly.