From the monthly archives:
When I was a child my mom dressed me in orange for St. Patrick’s Day. This had something to do with the fact we were not Irish and she was an immigrant from England and basically thought everyone in Ireland was somehow affiliated with car bombs. Orange was the color of England or something. [...]
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Last night was me and Mr. Zombie’s anniversary of our first date. Neither of us can remember the actual day, but it’s somewhere around now. Mr. Zombie thinks we should celebrate just our wedding date, none of this first date stuff, and the night was sort of a disaster, so I’m going to agree with [...]
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She was so calm. She was so little and runt-ish. And for two days she didn’t even bark and we bragged to people. BRAGGED. I think Arun and I even high-fived to celebrate our good fortune in finding a mellow shelter dog. Claudia, Hazel named her. A sophisticated name. Regal, one of the moms at [...]
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One time my husband Arun said he likes when I write about him. It makes him feel famous. He doesn’t know that four people read this blog, and as I found out yesterday two of them are probably looking for advice about actual bed bugs. But you know, I like to throw him a bone [...]
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