Please Tell Me That White Stuff is Glitter

My favorite voicemail, which I just can't bring myself to delete, is from my mom.  There's no greeting, no introduction, no pleasantries, just one sentence: "Just wanted to tell you it's fucking snowing here." Sing it, sistah. Someone please tell me that it's not really still snowing.  Tell me that…

Sock Puppets (and Other Lonon Excerpts)

Although Dad's retirement party was snowed out, we still managed to keep ourselves entertained.  Drew and Kate even made it out from Durham.  The conversations only get worse when you add in another brother. You HAVE to be getting tired of these little fly-on-the-wall excerpts, but I just can't stop…