November 25, 2013


Am avoiding internet. Doctor Who 50th anniversary special is on my DVR right now, and I can't watch it until tonight.

In other News You Care About, Dawn needs to send me an email sandi[at] because she's getting one of these:

Hooray for random comments about corsets!

Someday I'll be normal, I promise.

November 20, 2013

Think Again

If you think this is morphing into some kind of gong show, where I post on Wednesday afternoons instead of Monday mornings, you're wrong.

It's the kind of gong show where I post whenever I want because because.

Also: I did TOO write this week. I just happened to write over at Rebecca's. So there.

Housekeeping: I don't respond to comments until days later because...because (sounds like a theme). Please keep saying things at me. It makes me feel less like a hermit who lives with other people and interacts with humans on a daily basis but still feels the hermit title is valid because sometimes she feels alone inside her brain where all the funny stuff lives and appreciates when other people get the joke even if it is only about Rafflecopter I'm looking at you Kristen.

(Takes breath)

Sorry if this is your first time here but I swear I'm never like this and make total sense all the time this is pretty much it.

November 13, 2013

We interrupt this week...

I know what you're thinking. "It ain't Monday, and I've already had my fill of The Mrs for this week."

Consider this extra post my little gift to you from a week that keeps on giving (...Lucy, Oscar, and me the flu, plus a report deadline that is kicking my ass in the teeth...or something.)

My dear friend Lindsay - you might have heard of her? I mention her a lot, and used to have an ad for Inklings Paperie on the sidebar until the ad servicing company stopped being free, like jerks. My laziness/unholy amount of work has prevented me from replacing it on my own, among seventy billion other pieces of Blog Maintenance I Haven't Done.

You might remember her shower games and gender reveal scratch-offs from this post, or her sweet scratch-off lunch box notes from this post, and today - on this thoroughly unremarkable Wednesday - she's got something else to show you.

She's submitting an entry into's "Dream Big. Start Small." contest...and it's adorable. Look! A baby!

Correction: She's not submitting a baby to the contest. That would be wrong.

It's the onesie design she's submitting, and - as is the case with ALL ONLINE CONTESTS EVAH, she needs some votes. Just votes, nothing fancy.

Iffen you vote (that's the flu drugs talking), you will have chance to get the baby the onesie a Wishes for Baby shower activity/keepsake set.

And, because I love to making things into "entice more people to find The Mrs and I'll buy you with prizes" contests, I'm abandoning the ubiquitous Rafflecopter entries. Which means if you want to vote, and want to be entered to win the Wishes for Baby set - which is oh, so cute! - you need to leave a comment on The Mrs Facebook page about anything, really. Doctor Who. Bananas. Homemade corsets. Ponies. I don't care. In fact, the more ridiculous the better, even though I'm selecting a winner at random, because THIS LADY NEEDS A LAUGH. (Points at herself.)

Voting is here, and runs today until midnight on November 19th. Go forth!

(portentous voice) I shall announce the winner next Wednesday.

November 11, 2013

We survived. Barely.

Seth is back after a four-day trip away. I am swooning on the fainting couch, hand dramatically on my forehead, being a martyr, and expecting big things this week in recompense.

One one of these things is true.

(I'm glad to have him back. I kinda like him.)

November 4, 2013

Subtract Two, Add One

You know how, when you have people over, and your kids and their kids are playing in your backyard, and one of the parents wants to go inside and - without realizing the enormous mistake they're about to make - use the door leading into the house instead of the gate leading to the side yard leading to the side door leading to the house?

And - before you can yell "No, don't!" or tackle them before they can turn the handle, they've opened the door into the cat room, and have been assaulted by a smell so foul it has to be written as A Smell?

Just me then?


Well, as it happens judgy-pants, I don't have a room like that anymore, so stop making that face. And - to make this as embarrassing as possible - the REASON I don't have a room like that anymore is because my mom and dad came over one day and told us we were cleaning it up and then proceeded to help us clean it up. Or we helped them clean it up. One of those two things.

Now we have a whole extra room. We de-toyed the living room and threw the kids in there for all of September. We walked into the house from the backyard...through the door!

And now, since it used to be a welder's shop and is therefore, of course*, uninsulated, the kids can't go in there unless they have hats and coats and gloves and slippers on, which is The Crappiest Thing Ever since wrestlingthreekidsintowinterclothesjfdkjawep;aoienffalasdk!!!!

So subtract two cats, add one room, and then - just as I've come to rely on the peace that comes from adding an extra twenty feet and a door between the kids when they're extra full of energy and toys and fighting - subtract the room.

KAPOW! Seasonal Affected By Not Having An Extra Playroom Wah Poor Me Disorder.

*"of course", in this sense, meaning: I have no other excuse to offer for anyone who would add an extra hundred square feet to a house and neglect to even pretend to insulate it. Like, at all.


Hey, remember when I used to blog two years ago? Me neither. Here's a random post from back then: A Day In The Life of 2012