Mimiboo Too

Conversation with my five-year-old nephew earlier today:
B: “When I’m a daddy, I’m going back to live in [town his family recently moved away from]. With Alexa.”
Me: “With Alexa? Will she be the mommy?”
B: “Yup.” [Thoughtful pause] “But I hope we don’t have kids.”
Me: “Well B, if you’re a daddy, you’ll have kids. That’s what makes [...]

Because I am finding myself with nothing much to say — packing, painkillers, and work stuff. Stress and anxiety and moments of hysterical levity. That’s my life for the moment.
I made these while sitting around the front yard last Saturday during the garage sale. I can’t quite decide how I feel about them. Apparently [...]

In the past 10 days:
Broken foot. Well, you knew about that.
Kev got suspended from school for five days for fighting. He goes back tomorrow. Final exams start tomorrow. Yeah. That’s not going to be pretty.
Mark’s supervisor was petty about him calling in the day I was in ER getting my foot splinted. Mark has spent [...]

Yeah, so I broke my foot.
Yes, again.
More later.

Mimi, looking at a book about farm animals: I’ll be the cow, and Boo can be the sheep, and Daddy’s the horse. And Kev can be the chicken.
Me: Hey, what about me? What am I?
Mimi: Mom, you’re the pig.