At seven o’clock this morning, I hear my mother calling from the first floor, “Time to get uuuuuupppp!”
Nevermind that I’d been up for an hour and a half by that point. Nevermind that I’m almost thirty years old and have been waking up at dawn all by my lonesome for the last ten. Just […]
Just came from the Women Making a Difference Spring Soiree, and I must say that I am continually impressed with the resilience of women around here. There were tornado warnings, gale force winds, torrential rains, the palmettos were bent sideways, and yet 150 women showed up to talk about giving back. Of course, most of […]
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This is the first day in a year and a half that I’ve gone without talking to A.S. Wierd. It’s bothering me less than I thought it would, but then I’m also extremely busy PACKING! I haven’t had to do this in a long time, and I wonder if I’m supposed to be dusting/de-hairing stuff […]
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Today, I fell while running and pulled my hamstring (I deeply resent having ANY body part that starts with “ham”) and jammed all of my left toes. Then I had to drive to Columbia to talk with the consulate at 7:00 in the morning. I got pulled for speeding on the way home. Then all […]
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Good Things That Happened To Me Today1. The dog will probably graduate from Dog School. We plan to hang her certificate next to A.S.’s Masters.2. I found a $100 check from Skirt! magazine the other day that I had lost, and the super cool editor agreed to write me a new one.3. My new house […]
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Amanda’s housesitting out in Daniel Island at the Taj Mahal of waterfront property, so I rummaged in my frigidaire and found the exact ingredients for vodka salmon cream sauce pasta…wait…that was out of order, but you get the general drift, right? I was ravenous, having skipped lunch in order to pay my overdue bills and […]
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God, I’m doing the interviews for my dad’s memoirs, and I’m sitting at the house of a friend of his whom I was to interview at 1:00, and it’s now 1:30 and they’re still not home from church (if high church starts at 11 a.m. don’t you think they ought to be back by now?). […]
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“The glow of my ear candle looks so beautiful reflected in your eyes.”
“Like a Christmas tree?”
“Yes, like a Christmas tree. Only instead of toys and trees and candy-canes, you get revulsion, horror and ear wax.”
He passed!
Hooray! Now we can get married and he can work and we can move away and not have to live at Clemson forevermore amen.
