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Better than being ostracized by a bunch of old farts and sanctimommies
I had two worries about Tacy’s flight to Washington.
One, that she would have to go to the bathroom mid-flight, and I wouldn’t be there to remind her to hover over the pee-splattered toilet seat. And two, that in spite of her ability to charm the pants off almost anyone, the adult passengers would hate […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on May 3rd, 2008 tagged Miss Goosie, The king of beers, Who me? | 8 Comments »
One lousy push present
I never received a push present - not with any of my three children. And that’s okay, because not only do I find the term “push present” fairly obnoxious, I never actually pushed.
How about a “guts on a platter present” instead?
Don’t get me wrong. I love presents. I especially love presents that […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 18th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, The king of beers | 15 Comments »
Like a sailor
Maybe I should be ashamed to admit it, but I’ve got a whole host of habits that aren’t exactly ladylike.
Many of them are just perfectly normal bodily functions which we all share, but which I’m disinclined to try to hide unless I’ve just met you or I’m at a fancy restaurant. I do have […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 11th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, The king of beers, Who me? | 23 Comments »
The long and short of it
There isn’t much on which Kyle and I disagree.
Sure, he tends to let the girls get away with more than I do, and I tend to have a lower threshold for clutter than he does. But on the big issues - religion, politics, and whose side of the bed is whose - we agree.
With […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 6th, 2008 tagged Look at me, look at me!, The king of beers, Who me? | 17 Comments »
The door-slammin’, nut-achin’, ball-bustin’ Bob Barker treatment
Chalk up one more reason why I admire Kyle: he went through with it. He even drove himself to and from the doctor’s office.
Sure, it’s been painful. But he’s got a bottle of Percocet and two bags of frozen peas that he keeps in rotation. Oh, and he’s watched me get sliced […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on March 10th, 2008 tagged Daring you to disagree, The king of beers | 31 Comments »
Exaggerated exasperation
My friend Kate emailed me yesterday to ask about having a third child. She was already uncertain about the prospect, and I suppose Monday’s post didn’t exactly reassure her. Likewise, based on some of the comments, I set a few other moms on edge too.
I may have exaggerated a teeny tiny bit. […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on March 5th, 2008 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie, The king of beers, Who me? | 19 Comments »
Snip snip
Last week, I told Kyle, “Not yet. Sorry,” not so much out of concern for the condition of my delicate female bits or my third c-section scar, but because I’m frankly a bit gun shy where it comes to birth control.
Yes, I’m nursing, but we’ve all been told repeatedly that nursing is not an […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on February 19th, 2008 tagged The king of beers, Who me? | 19 Comments »
Guess how much I love you
“What would you like for Valentine’s Day?”
“Sex.”
“Not yet. Sorry.”
“What would YOU like for Valentine’s Day?”
“A full night’s sleep.”
“Not yet. Sorry.”
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I don’t want roses or chocolate or wine - although I wouldn’t turn down either of the latter two. I don’t even really care about getting a full night’s sleep.
What I want is […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on February 14th, 2008 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie, The king of beers, Who me? | 31 Comments »
Just get one of those pepperoni sticks out. I just want to hold it.
Updated below with happy ending:
Do you ever buy anything from the people who come to your door?
One of the advantages of living in a doorman building for so long was that solicitors were kept at bay. Sure, we’d occasionally find a Chinese take-out menu slipped under our door, but that was the extent of […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on January 18th, 2008 tagged The king of beers, Who me? | 26 Comments »
He’s lucky that he made a damn good dinner
K (tentatively): Um…is that my sweatshirt?
J (unconcerned): Yeah. So?
K (even more tentatively): That’s one of my favorite sweatshirts. Are you going to…um…STRETCH it?