So I just sort of began in the middle
August 17, 2006
But there’s no way to back up to the beginning; we’re in the middle of our story here. And I felt silly trying to write introductory remarks, like I was commencing a David Copperfieldesque narrative. “Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own blog, or whether that station will be held by someone in the comments thread, these posts must show.” So I skipped ahead to the part where the plot has already thickened to the consistency of pudding, and David has a bunch of charming but picky children who (charmingly) turn up their adorable noses at the nice kippers their mother made on her George Foreman grill, and David isn’t actually home for months at a time because of His Job which is Far Away Right Now But Fortunately Provides for a DSL Connection so his wife can chronicle her adventures in serving grilled kippers to the tousle-headed Copperfield moppets.
Or something like that.
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Lisa | August 17, 2006 at 10:48 pm
Kippers on the George Foreman grill? David, David, David. Stick to microwaving the eggs in a coffee cup. They explode but that still leaves 30% in the bottom of the cup for the moppets. You’re funny and great and a great writer. Keep keeping us amused.
I’ve heard, and I think it’s true that George Foreman named all of his children George, even the girls. So although you may have 5, sometimes 6 of them, I assume they all have different names. Do I presume?
2. A hazelnut shell would probably suffice « Sassafrassa | August 29, 2006 at 8:40 am
[...] I haven’t yet read what Arianna has to say on the subject. I’m wondering, speculating. Would she advise me to scale back on activities and time commitments? Check. Since I was having a baby in April, I didn’t sign the kids up for ANYTHING last spring, and then summer hit and Mr. David Copperfield had to depart and so I didn’t sign them up for anything again. We go to the pool, which is close to home and free. We go to the park once in a while. Otherwise we’ve been pretty mellow, just hanging out. No mad rush of gymnastics and art class pulling us out the door in a hurry. Except for Sunday Mass, there’s no place we HAVE to be. [...]