New toofer. Ray’s working on a new tooth. It must hurt worse than the other ones did — what a grouch! (I catch myself thinking that from time to time and have to laugh. Grouch? Ray? At her worst all you need to do is pick her up and snuggle. Or dance a little. Or […]

Feel good. I’ve been meaning to send a copy of “Lanes of the Living Dead” to the tabloid the Sun, which publishes short, pulp-type stories. Submit and go forth! I got the address from a friend of mine at work, but it was the address to a similarly-titled magazine. Luckily I checked out the website

Joke of the Week. Every week, I put a joke in the dept. newsletter. They have been bad and worse. I feel no shame in stealing Lee’s jokes, either. Last Monday’s: What do you call a big group of short elves with a terrible disease? … … … …A Leper-con.

Anniversary. So, yesterday Lee looks me deeply in the eyes (OUCH!) and says, “Uh, did we pass our anniversary?” I said, “You know what, I think it’s tomorrow.” “How long has it been, three years?” “There’s that thing on the wall that says ’98. Four years.” “Four years? That’s kind of scary.” “Well, we’ve been

Surprise. Last Saturday, some kind of miraculous day off that we both had off (!), Lee gave me a surprise. First, he disappeared for a few hours with the bebe. Then, he reappeared (with the bebe), and disappeared for several hours downstairs. Finally, he reappeared again. With a pinata. Very cute, purple dinosaur (not that

Review. Kung Pow. Hee hee hee hee hee hee! I haven’t laughed this hard since Spaceballs.

Feet don’t fail me now. Quick! Before Ray hits the power button…again! Post!

Grey Hill notes. The title is “The Things You Do Are Magic,” but that’s just too damn long to write out all the time in your brain, let alone paper. Ramble, ramble, ramble. A little sketchy history: South Dakota used to have lots of country schools. The government (I’m not sure what branch or branches)

Reviews. I’m behind the times. Sue me. Monsters, Inc., Brotherhood III, The Wrath of Khan, and just to be insightfully perverse, a rambly pambly about Steven R. Donaldson. Monsters, Inc. I was so ready not to like this movie. I don’t know why. And I haven’t been in a mood to watch movies lately. But

Ha! On the one hand, this is a no-brainer; on the other it’s very cool. I sent one of my younger sisters home with A Swiftly Tilting Planet, by Madeleine L’Engle, over the fourth of July weekend. This is the sister that says little and Never Ever writes email. She wrote me an email saying