Can someone please tell me where my bathing suit is?

You know how ‘They’ say pregnancy fucks up your teeth? ‘They’ aren’t kidding. Ok, so it isn’t that bad, but I have begun the process of getting my grossified mouth fixed so that I might smile again. This, today, has entailed numbing half of my face, which has left me with the ability to approximate [...]

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The neumenon of Iago and other nonsense

I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time obsessing over the World Cup and thus have neglected everything that doesn’t walk up to me and demand attention. If the Internet ever does that I’m in trouble, eh?
We just finished Lucy’s violin camp, which was a grand experiment in her attention limitations. Two weeks [...]

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