There comes a time

I hereby commit to one blog entry per day for one week starting yesterday.

I will enter this ART BRA challenge. It's not due until September. I can handle that.

Wayne the dog peed on my bed covers this morning, ate a cell phone and used my jump drive as a teething ring. Right now I hate him and will never let him inside the house again.(Of course I didn't let him in in the first place. A certain 15-year-old with new glasses did, swearing he would watch him every minute.) So yeah, you just stand there Mister, and think about what you did.


Katy is reading Buddha in my Backpack, which helped today when the little sh*ts at her school continued their exclusionary tactics: making sure there wasn't a place for her at lunch, not signing her yearbook and creating a list of best friends without her name. She explains to me that according to her book, B is a bully, and getting angry at her is like getting angry at fire for burning you. It is her very nature. So Katy took the $5 I gave her and bought all the little sh*ts ice cream at lunch, despite their behavior. And one of the little toads texted her just now, "I am sorry I did not put you on my list of friends. Do you forgive me?" Clearly there is no Buddha in MY Backpack, as I would like to say, "NO, I DON'T FORGIVE YOU YOU LITTLE TWERP."

Jessie told me she would rather throw up than eat another lunch packed by me. There comes a time when school should be over. That time is today, Tuesday.

I have found a magazine (cleverly called FOUND magazine) that publishes "found" stuff. They describe it this way:

"We collect found stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework, to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, doodles-- anything that gives a glimpse into someone else's life. Anything goes.

I like it.



And this: "Do women have to be naked to get into the Met. Museum?" It's from a documentary, Who Does She Think She Is, about women who have to choose between what they love and who they love. Writers trying to write when they should be making the kids dinner.

I have to go put the sheets in the dryer.