This gruesome tile is on the ceiling above the exam table in our pediatrician’s office. I think they put it there as a warning so children behave. For reals, though….who says to themselves “I must paint a calming scene on a 14″x14” tile so the children may be relaxed and cooperative throughout their pediatric appointment.” ….And then paints Satan as a patriotic cross-dressing angel of death presiding over a field of sheep he just murdered, (for the talent portion of the “Promised Land” beauty pageant), by pulling out their hearts and putting them in a basket?!? And, FYI? It looks like HE WON THE PAGEANT!! What the hell is wrong…

This is E. He and The Man were close. They had this play fight for years where E would pester The Man about his Sunday attire. “No! Get church pants!” For example, he would come into the library (we were the church librarians), look at The Man’s shoes, (usually brown hiking boots or tennis shoes), and make this grumbling sound, then yell at him for not having Sunday shoes. They would banter for a while and then The Man would give E some candy. Even on Fast Sunday (when Mormons don’t eat for 24 hours and donate the money they saved to feed the poor). E would panic if he…

You know those mornings that just don’t go well? I am having that morning. I lost the battle with my breakfast…aka…I burned my breakfast – bell peppers, mushrooms, cilantro, tomato, breakfast sausage in an egg wash…because it ended up being a ton of veggies and we only had two eggs….but I didn’t have time to make anything else, even toast, so I plopped it in a container, grabbed a fork, and left. You know how the FDA put out that warning about charred food giving you cancer? My breakfast tastes like cancer. I’m eating it anyway. (Iva, my heart medicine, needs protein or she doesn’t work. Saucy minx!) Couldn’t find…