Pour Some Sugar on Me (Madeline in the Mirror)

Okay, pour it on the Sugarbutch herself. I mean, you could pour it on me, and I’d like that, but she’s actually invited it for herself.
See, Sinclair at Sugarbutch Chronicles has this nifty contest going on called Be The Next Sugarbutch Star which involves collecting scenarios from readers suggesting an erotic encounter, with the five [...]

Simpsons! Woo-Hoo!

Holy ass, that movie is hilarious.
After the first 15 minutes of nonstop laughter (seriously, it’s genius), I looked at my friend and said, “They can’t possibly sustain this for the entire movie, and if they do, I’m blowing Matt Groening tomorrow.
So, um, checking flights.

Catharsis

They come out of hiding as soon as my children are gone. Friends and lovers calling to check in. I am grateful for the contact, as it is much too quiet here.
Over the next two days I have plans with nearly all my friends (and several lovers, two of whom I’ve already seen since returning). [...]

Ache. Ach.

My phone rang at 7:30 this morning. Jack’s little voice was on the other end.
“Momma, I want to come home. To my house. I miss you. Please, Momma, please. I don’t like it here with Daddy.”
He and Miles won’t be home for another two weeks.
I totally hate it.

Sort of Lost

So, we’ve been watching Lost on DVD. First week it was Season 1, now we’re nearly through Season 2. 200 minutes each night, which works out to five episodes back to back. It’s a lot of fucking Lost, but fun has ensued.
Example: every time someone on the show says the word “lost,” we are obliged [...]

Overheard Down South

Jack (snuggling up at 6:30 AM): Momma, your pillow smells like cheese. Smell it!
Madeline: Dude, your hair smells funky. Like lakewater and. . . ew, cheese! Stop making my pillow smell! (Remembers that normal vacationing people are not awake this early) Um, Jefferson’s sleeping, baby. Hush, now.
Jack: Jefferson is stinky! (raises own arm [...]