Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: December 2014

  • Hair

    Thanksgiving went off without too much of note, until the very last moment. We were all at the door, doing the long goodbye, in which we must all hug each other or shake hands or make some kind of contact. I am not a hugger. We are not a hugging people. Mom and Dad didn’t…

  • Larder

    I love having Gary make the food. He can out-cook, out-chop, and out-sauce me every day. He is an artist, and I can tell because he flings his artistic temprament at me if I dare to intrude on HIS kitchen. Sadly it was once MY kitchen, and while I like the new food, I mourn…

  • Car Bombs R Us

    Something about today reminded me of car bombs. Perhaps someone referenced fiddles, or Russian Jews, or tradition. Or it could be I saw a toy store out of the corner of my eye. These things all say “car bomb” to me because of my history with car bombs. I was young the evening the car…