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February 2009

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• Daily Dick and Jane

  I turn my back for five seconds

  02.08.09 | Permalink | Comments Off

  And Dick is sleeping with someone new. Guess I need to learn some new tricks.

• fun

  Driving Lessons

  02.06.09 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  My sister-in-law Liz bought her minivan under protest last year. She was reluctant to trade in her sporty red car for a frumpy mom-mobile. I had warned her, before the birth of her first child, that the cute little trunk on her cute little Jetta might not hold the mounds of diapers, groceries, and leftover [...]

• motherhood

  Hello, my name is Jane, and I am a rage-aholic

  02.04.09 | Permalink | 53 Comments

  A few months ago, I put Spot the baby (age 2) down to bed in her crib. It had been a long day, with a missed nap (hers) and frantic errand-running (mine). Sally was bunked down on our bed, where she reads or sleeps until Dick carries her into the room that she shares with [...]

• Daily Dick and Jane

  For when they get tired of thrift-store clothes

  02.03.09 | Permalink | Comments Off

  Twice a year, at Christmas and for birthdays, Aunty Liz sends cute clothes to Sally, Susan, and Spot. It’s like a fashionable missionary barrel. (Remember those dresses Pollyanna was so happy with?) The fashion shows that result reassure me that my girls are, above all, perfectly normal. Jane Happy Wordless Wednesday!

• politics

  FINALLY, something ickier than a political sex scandal

  02.03.09 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  There have been times in the past several years, what with the Newt and the Spitzer and Gary Condit and Bill (not to mention Sam Adams), that I have despaired of ever reading anything more distasteful and hypocritical than the ever-popular political sex scandal. In the interest of being an adult (whatever that means), I [...]

• books

  So I don’t just read Cinderella’s Wedding Wish again

  02.03.09 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  When Dick and I came back to the States from Cairo, I was really sad to leave the perks of being a University teacher’s wife. In Cairo I took classes each semester, and Dick was home a lot; grading papers and grumbling, sure, but home. In Florida Dick took a job as a copywriter for [...]

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