Post-pandemic Tia (is it safe to say 'post' yet?) has been surprising me quite a bit. I don't know if it's because I've mentally aged ten years in the past two and a half, having had to deal with the pandemic and all its effects on, not only my mental health but also those of... Continue Reading →
Time has a sneaky way of creeping up on you. Just five years ago, on a sunny Mother's Day, I took to the internet to vent on how neglected, unappreciated and angered I felt and posted my very first TMTA blog post. It was either that or commit murder.Skip ahead to 2022, and not much... Continue Reading →
Smack dab in another insomnia period. So this morning, I wake up around 1 am and immediately know, I'm not going to fall back asleep any time soon. So I go online to do some shopping for when in-person meetings start back. This is my attempt to postpone the inevitable, which is to face the... Continue Reading →
Brain:...O.k., next up, I just want to, once again, draw your attention to the four baskets of laundry waiting to be folded.
Me: Yeah, I saw them. My eyes work just fine. I choose to ignore them for the time being.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall-Humpty Dumpty had a great fall-'Cause I pushed him!-He had it coming!
"Lisa Mae, I need you to run over to Miss Davis' house and ask her to borrow a bowl of sugar."
"Did you mean a cup momma?"
"If I wanted a cup of sugar, I'd be asking for a cup. No, a bowl, a bowl of sugar child, pay attention, I am in no mood.
They say a picture is worth 1000 words, so call this a lazy blogpost substitute. *If you enjoyed this post, check out more photo blogs here.*
Every once in a while, my brother brings me a dish of whatever mouth-watering concoction he's produced. My husband, for reasons unbeknownst to me, sees this as a challenge, and he goes above and beyond to make the next meal he prepares (more often than not a variation of my brother's dish) extra scrumptious. How do I know, you ask? Because for the duration of the meal, and sometimes the day after (if there are any leftovers) he repeatedly asks whether I'm enjoying the meal and how it compares to my brother's. Not once, not twice, but sometimes as much as five times.
Husband: Would you rather be a widow or divo...Me: Widow!Husband: You're not even gonna take a minute to think about...Me: Nope...Husband: Should I be worriedMe: YepTil death do us part. Cause of was never specified. Just kidding🙃 *If you enjoyed this post, check out more of my fiction here.