Tag: Angry Birds

All right, it’s happened— I’ve done it. Mission accomplished. Goal achieved. I’ve gotten three stars on every available level of the original Angry Birds game. Yay me. !!! Look what it’s gotten me. Do we all see how the long, long hours of work, the dedication, the carpal tunnel syndrome was worth it? How the […]

My house is redolent with the odor of skunk. How it manages to permeate every room, with no windows or doors open, is one of nature’s lovely mysteries. Our (stupid, accursed) dog has been banished to the garage for the night. That heady mix of flatulence and burning tires, it’s like a noxious tonic for the soul. […]

Tick. Tick. Tick. Minutes before Easter Sunday. I’ve placed the giant log of brioche dough rolled with cinnamon and sugar in the refrigerator, from where it will be taken out the next morning, sliced, left to rise up gloriously like our Savior, and be transubstantiated into pecan sticky buns. The pizza rusticas are cooling on […]

Sunday: it was a tiring, unspun day, clogged with snotty tissues rising like yeast on my son’s night stand, bowls of uneaten soup and cups of unsipped tea, rumpled sheets and the constant search for the inhaler to administer puffs of albuterol. A sleepless night. The day meted out in four-hour increments for medication. Finally, […]

“How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable  seem to me all the uses of this world…” Though I’d like to attribute tonight’s insomnia to my lack of app game playing (almost a week, folks!) it’s more likely the bronchial infection currently invading my airspace (yes, I’m on antibiotics). I haven’t been able to notice any difference […]

I’m in big trouble. There’s a rickety edifice barely standing before me, all plywood boards and stone. Some of it has already come crashing down. Shards of glass and wood are scattered on the ground. I’m hoping the whole thing will just topple over, but by some aberration of physics, the structure holds. Those dirty […]