Medieval History
Tonight was rare bliss: Mister O was reading a Percy Jackson book, Miss I was waxing on about bugs, Mister M was at karate, and I was playing the piano, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Miss E comes running up behind me and shouts "WATERMELON PIE!" - like, really loudly. Did a number on the Grieg "Nocturne" I was playing. As I get ready to grade a set of responses to readings, I'm still laughing. There's no such thing as watermelon pie, right? (Wrong) What was she thinking of? This? or This? Sigh, she probably knows that all I could ever muster is This. Where would one eat watermelon pie? Watermelon itself is so messy. Maybe this is one of those times when medievals did have the answer. G'night!
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Medieval History
Watermelon Pie!
- Fabyowlis
That, you see, is how "fabulous" is spelled when you're Miss I writing about your week-end. And indeed the adventures these chickitas managed to have bespeaks some serious fabyowlosity. How long, do you think, before Miss E joins a punk band? ...
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In what must be a rare moment of self-allegory, Miss E had just declared herself the "Wind of Greed" when I took this picture. I had thought to take a snapshot of her and her dad, and she totally took over the idea to declare: "I am the Wind of...
- Ingredients
Short blog, but I don't want to lose this one. The other day, we were eating out and Mister O and Miss I were sidetracking into puerile and gross conversation and I interjected: "Could you guys try talking about something interesting?" and Miss E...
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Tonight, President Obama declared the end of the combat mission in Iraq. I had three months to go in my pregnancy with Mister O when this war started, one of the longest wars this country has ever fought (we'd say the longest, but it's hard...
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We've been away for seven months, and thus far, I've found no pithy way to describe it all and my dear, patient friends have listened to tales randomly chosen by nostalgia and desire. Miss I has found a way, though - she has created a museum...