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On Migraines and Laughter

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OK folks, I come roaring back to the blogging world with two things. Thing one : Yesterday, I got a migraine.  The kind that makes you weep and call for your mommy when you're pushing 50.  The kind that makes decapitation seem like a viable option.  The kind that makes you shake your fist and curse at whatever creature you were in a past life.  Come to think of it, there is no another kind of migraine.  They are all like that. My kids know what to do when I get one of these: keep the house quiet.  But knowing what to do and being good at doing it are two very, very different things.  They mean well, of course, but their execution needs a bit of work.   Case in point.  This is a picture of the sign my daughter made for the rest of the family and propped up on my bedroom door last night: She propped it up on my door.  On a hard wood floor.  Where it kept sliding down and clattering on the floor, banging into the door on the way down.  Not to be deterred, she