NPH Saves the Day Again

What happens when you mix a singing NPH with ponies, unicorns, rainbows and glitter?  Only the best possible thing ever. Also?  SQUEE! Right, I’m not making any sense, am I?  Here, this will help. Oh shit, multiple people have done it. DOUBLE SQUEE! Heh. That pony said “balls.” Ok, one […]

And Then I Knew Everything Would Be Alright with the World

With each pre-baby project we finish, I lose one more distraction to keep me from obsessing about the impending obliteration of my bits and that whole feeding-and-care-of-your-killer-newborn-overlord thing.  Not that I obsess.  Ever.  That’s totally not my personality. *pauses to adjust welding goggles hanging from life-sized cardboard cutout of NPH* […]

When in Doubt, Turn to NPH

It turns out adrenaline and rainbows will only get you so far, Interwebz.  When drunk on happiness, one should really not assume one can climb mountains with a bowling ball wedged between their colon and lungs.  If one was foolish enough to attempt such things, one might have a monster […]

Soggy Much?

So why didn’t anyone tell me a Glucose test involved getting stabbed four times?  FOUR.  I look like a junky.  Or a cancer patient.  Or someone on dialysis.  Or a pregnant chick that just had her blood drawn four times. I’m losing control of this analogy rather quickly. Speaking of […]

Home. Sort of.

If I ever win a Tony, I sure do hope it’s a year when NPH is hosting.  I’ve already planned my acceptance.  First, I’ll lick my award – Paula Deen style, y’all.  Then, I’ll forgo a formal acceptance speech and dedicate my window of time to presenting a clear, concise […]