I learned the most wonderful thing yesterday. As if I could not love her any more, The Emma Thompson, Dame Emma Thompson, The Amazing Emma Thompson, wrote her tween daughter a sex guide.
Here in Northwest Washington, I’m in the mountains, sometimes the clouds are hanging in the trees right at I level to where I’m driving or walking. And I wonder, is that because the clouds are so low? Or am I so high?
I did a little research and found out that the clouds are ledges to heaven. No, they’re like little drains to take people from place to place. No, that wasn’t it either.
This is one of the older posts I abandoned, but I don’t remember where I was going with it. But I miss the mountains.
One day while E.C. was planning a small baby caper
She felt something odd in her diaper di diaper.
Today, I drove four hours to and from Cincinnati for a jiu jitzu competition Cohiba was in. This was his first since he banged up his knee, and is relieved to have it behind him.
My girlfriends and I were talking the other day about feeling like “Whoa” about being adults, because two of us had just gone to our first parent-teacher conference.
This is another post I started and abandoned, probably in late 2015.
I found a blog that referred to going through life on auto-pilot. Before these big changes of a baby and a move, I felt like I was doing this, going through life on auto-pilot.
If you could experience one movie over again for the first time, which one would it be and why?