Mammal Mondays: We Are Not Amused

My high school biology teacher used to correct single students who used a plural pronoun to refer to themselves. It became one of the things I could rely on, like the snarling stuffed marmot in his spot on the shelf above the microscopes. The conversations went something like this: “Um, we don’t think it’s fair…

This Flu Wears Combat Boots

The summer flu/cold combo of doom is currently kicking my butt with gusto, and he’s wearing broken glass studded, weighted combat boots made from the skins of Persian kittens, which are neatly laced with the ribbons from little girls’ Easter hair dos. Those poor girls in their frilly dresses must now choke on strands of…