I can’t listen to this song without thinking about Poor Kyle and his buddies. Here it is for your listening pleasure (or angst, depending on your musical preferences): I’ve gone to the effort of copying and pasting the lyrics here … Continue reading
I already said that not only do I not feel any sort of Christmas spirit, but I’m beginning to kind of hate it. Tonight, with Poor Kyle out of town, I sat down to watch a little telly (at my … Continue reading
Tra la la. Can’t you hear the joy in my voice? I have a beautiful singing voice. It’s true: perfect pitch, impeccable timing, and never too much vibrato. I would have moved to New York and starred in musicals on … Continue reading
Q [from RatalieNose]: Camille, we (meaning your faithful blog stalkers) have not had the privilege to hear much about your high school days. Being in high school myself I would love to hear some stories! So here are a few … Continue reading
Poor Kyle crawled in bed at 6:00 a.m. today, after driving for more hours than I can fathom to get home from Oregon. There are one trillion things I needed his help with to be able to post the promised … Continue reading
Good heavens, is it Wednesday only? And I still have to think of something entertaining to write for three more days? It’s going to be a long week… The good news is that tomorrow I’m opening one of my journals … Continue reading
That’s what Laurie Notaro said, anyway. I only wish I had thought of that title before she did; maybe then I would be a best-selling novelist instead of Santa’s Little Volunteer. Nevertheless, I have not written a book (not a … Continue reading