Prop 8 – The Musical

I think I like drama. Then I’m given it, our bad girl backslides, and I’m like “Noooo! Don’t do iiiiitttttt!!!” Apparently, I only think I like drama when what I really like is a small window of pure happiness with prison smooches and a lengthy make out scene with intimate finger-sucking. Intimate finger-sucking! Thank you,…

Sometimes you don’t realize how much something has been a part of your life until you end up crying like a baby at a Judds concert. Crying like a baby, that’s Shawna’s descriptor. I thought of it more as hysterical sobbing I thought was never going to let up, but, praise be to all gods, lasted…

My nephew’s 8th grade graduation was last night. He went to a Catholic school, so it was in a Catholic church. And mass happened first… which no one warned us about. Though Shawna always enjoys the cardio workout – and comic relief – of a Catholic service. Up, down, up, down… chant, chant, chant. Anyway,…

In my desperate attempt to catch up for the season, I shall be Once Upon a Timing for several days in a row. All necessary components, including myself, willing. So, further catching up, let me just get right out in the open right now that I adore the word “wicked”. It has a lovely, specific…