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Banished from the Plastic Princess Kingdom
Baby girl got a set of Disney Princess dolls from her father’s girlfriend. I don’t have anything in particular against the Princesses, although I vastly prefer Grimm’s Cinderella tale to the sappy sweet animated cartoon versions, simply because I prefer the dark and slightly macabre to the fluff and fabricated happy endings. The argument that…
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In Which I Save My Child From A Tarantula, Inflicting Major Psychological Damage on Myself
Caution: This post may be traumatic for arachnophobes. So the other night, there was a spider in baby girl’s room. We live in an old house, you may remember, with cracks and gaps and a dirt basement below and the outdoors all around, and occasionally, crawly things wander in and decide to hang out for…
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The Unremarkable Saga of the Potential Half-Eaten Banana
Baby girl decided she needed a snack before bed tonight. She didn’t want any more of the soup we had for dinner. She didn’t want a sandwich, or one of her Easter eggs. What she wanted was a dark chocolate cookie with dark chocolate filling. I can’t say that I blame her, but she’s been…
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How the Naughty Poo Got In, or, Ape Gets a Dog
In a little red hut in my little white house in my little shit town, there is a little spotted dog with no legs. This is the story of that no-legged dog. I am in possession of two people with charming smiles and big blue eyes. One of them uses me as a backrest while…
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