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  Poor Mother Hubbard

  10.30.08 | Permalink | 7 Comments

  Yesterday I came home to find Dick emptying the dishwasher. He’d been pushed that far by an exchange we’d had over Twitter. (Twitter = Communication = Great for Marriage). Dick: My left wrist feels like someone ran over it with a car, but I have no recollection of any injury to it. Jane: @Dick Hope [...]

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  Don’t slam the screen door

  10.28.08 | Permalink | 29 Comments

  I’ve been thinking about infidelity a lot lately, probably ever since my sister’s husband left her. Yesterday the New York Times reported that infidelity is on the rise. Politicians cheat, pop culture glamorizes cheating, and sometimes even my own true love thinks that it’s obviously my job (not his) to clean the poop out of [...]

• Dick, marriage

  We who are your mothers and wives salute you!

  09.15.08 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  On Friday Dick had to attend his first (and hopefully last) Boy Scout Jamboral. Since the Boy Scouts have even more regulations and permits than merit badges, Dick and his boys were going to catch a ride with someone authorized to transport scouts, but the plan was for me to drop them off at the [...]

• fight the frump, homemaking madness

  Fight the Bed Frump: Three sheets to the wind

  06.13.08 | Permalink | 9 Comments

  Don’t worry (or, I’m sorry), there’s nothing about sex in today’s post. Or inebriated sailors, or, as Wikipedia explains, a ship whose sheets have come loose. My brother (neither a sailor nor staggering drunk) called me earlier this week to ask my advice about sheets. He’s attending training for people who joined the Air Force [...]