Category Archives: It’s a Wonderful Day in the Neighbourhood

I am entranced with little girls. I always have been. I forget – or rather, I remember through a mirror, darkly, what it was to be a little girl. I remember bits and pieces, and what I remember are not … Continue reading →

Bon Jovi was lovely, lively, laudable and loud. Also late.

Kuri said she was going learn about office politics from a Scottish lady (although really, I think you could maybe call her a broad? It’s the milk to gall bit, I think). Which seems about as good a way as … Continue reading →

Quick question, dear readers. What do you suppose is the number one thing that Mrs. Spit is not good at? (Besides math and saying no to shoe purchases?) Queue the crickets. . . . Let me see if I can … Continue reading →

drinks night with the girls. 4 glasses.(this is the good stuff, boys and girls) It was good. I’m not going to type more, lest it become apparent that I am happier than I ought to be. (because that’s not apparent … Continue reading →

I got my United Way book today, which has my name, along with lots of other names and many of those names belong to people who gave a lot more money than I did. But, it got me thinking (after … Continue reading →

Dear Frank’s Girlfriend: I’m sorry,  I don’t know your name. Which seems strange, given that I know so much about you now. I would liked to have gotten your name, but you seemed to be otherwise occupied and overly concered … Continue reading →

In which Mrs. Spit describes the comfort of a snowy Saturday at home. Continue reading →