Moms group takes a field trip. All week I have been contemplating what I might put in my heart-rending concession speech, to be published promptly after the polls close on this Weblog Awards whirligig. Then I thought: why wait ’til the end of the night? Because what I was going
The zoo was a drab sepia, but for the lone, might-poop-if-we-wait-long-enough monkey. Who was actually not the Ancient Mariner referred to in the title above. Read on. We met the Ancient Mariner the other day at the zoo. The lil’ monkey and I went there in hopes of revisiting the
Second bananna. Also ran. Lesser than. Opening act. Not-mama. Chopped Liver. Chopped Liver is what I have been so often since this whole parenting journey began that in our household, the words are shortened to a hand signal. The letters “C” and “L” shaped in the air by my thumb