A Wednesday Miracle in the Dollhouse

Sometimes the snow falls so violently that I have to spell stupid with three o’s to really express my feelings about the weather. Today was uggg-lee. See, look at me with all the extra letters. Sorry. I’ll try to get a grip. Edmonton roads were so wretched by this afternoon that our secretary had a…

Already? Is that all?

On Wednesday of last week, while I was still a disgusting mucous factory, my husband came home from work (as usual) kissed me hello (as usual) and said, “Happy two months, my wife.” In my Advil Cold and Sinus haze, I’d missed the milestone of being married a whole two calendar months. It’s funny because…