Last week, Adam and I went on a day trip to the Cape with my folks. This time of year, that means looking at the ocean, eating fried things, and breaking into people’s houses. I’m exaggerating, but only slightly.
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Ma Smash, re: Her Size
Ma Smash is, in fact, wee.
The Return of Ma Smash
Ma Smash has pointed out that she hasn’t had much airtime lately on the old blog, and I have promised her that I will remedy this. In return, I was allowed to stay in her house all weekend long and to help her drink all of the wine she had. How much wine was that?Continue reading “The Return of Ma Smash”
Why I Don’t Do Meetings
Via Jezebel: “Dieters in Sweden got a nasty scare during a weighing in at a Weight Watchers clinic when the floor collapsed underneath them. The 20 participants had gathered to measure the amount of weight they had lost when employees heard a loud thud and saw part of the room give way. Fortunately, on oneContinue reading “Why I Don’t Do Meetings”
Oz Plays Fireman
Ma Smash: Have you blogged yet today? Me: No, I haven’t! Got something for me? Ma Smash: I do. Do you know what my grandson did tonight? Me: Cried a lot? Ate cheese sticks? Climbed the stairs? Ma Smash: No. Well, yes. But also this. I was getting him ready for his bath in theContinue reading “Oz Plays Fireman”
Jennie Smash 