No Mo.

The last thing I wanted to do was pack our asses up and travel over two fucking states fro Christmas. Damn Christmas. Seriously. Who needed it?


Don’t Ever Break Him

When I was pregnant with Mini Me, I was terrified that something would be terribly wrong with him--mostly because of all of the terrible things I had done during my very in-depth studies for my PhD in partying at the University of Georgia.  Of course I was not pregnant with Mini Me during these studies, but I …

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The Prize at the End of The Cancer

One thing I failed to mention in my previous post is that during my hypothyroid state, my paranoia made me borderline on the ridiculous....

The Middle Child

I must introduce you to The Middle Child.  You have met Mini Me and you have sort of met The Baby.  It's simply not fair for me to leave her out, for that is certainly giving power to the middle child syndrome, and I try very, very hard not to feed that.  I do not …

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The Sharpie

Truman was a surprise.  A happy surprise.  I am working on the story that explains the interim between The Middle Child and Truman, but there are 6 years between The Middle Child and Truman and 10 years between Mini Me and Truman.  Truman is really and truly "The Baby" in every sense of the word …

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