Today, I got to hang out with hippy consumeristic mommy and her little sprite. Ya, I know, that was really cute. Let’s not have a Hallmark moment about it, okies? So anyways, this cleaned up my day into a nice little package, by noon. It’s impossible not to walk away from HCM and Sprite without a smile.

Even though I admitted that I hadn’t made a dent in my packing and cleaning yet and that my apartment is a disgusting mess.

Even though we went to court this morning, after I made Isobel pretty and bathed-looking within 20 minutes of her waking up.

Even though she refused to eat anything until we went for lunch (with JDawg, no less. Holy not antisocial of him.) and then Read the rest of this entry »

No, I didn’t see the movie, yet. But I will. As soon as I see every single episode again, first.

When you’re a single parent, you’ve got some limited options. As far as getting laid, I mean. I mean, yea, you could just not. (Oh, who am I kidding? I’m totally talking about me. And maybe a coupla other ladies out there. ) And I’ve never been able to just not.

You can sleep with your kid’s daddy; use another ex; date (casually or otherwise); or find some random friend or coworker or person off the street and just you, know, do it. A combo of the above might lead to a semi-regular sex life. All of them has gots some issues, of course… Read the rest of this entry »