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An Explanation

My best beloveds have essentially asked me, “Joss, why are you so bat-crap crazy, crapping crazy bats?”

In lieu of a straight answer, I give you a list of reasons why it is bad to schedule your life via a sacred paper calendar:

1) Rememer that superfun day when I lost the sacred Paper […]



from Cake Wrecks: it looks like they needed a little more…cake room

It’s our anniversary today. 17 years. Not a very exciting one, really. Scott and I are unmoved—We call it, The Meh Anniversary.

LAST YEAR we were all kinds of excited about it. SIXTEEN! That was the year my marriage finally […]

A Brief Note on My Obviously Rising Mental Illness Number

This is my brain. This is my brain on the sofa.

Okay, so my last blog left a few people head scratching in the comments. I apologize. Now, in plain, accessible English, for those who were lost in my sugar-crusted verbiage swamp, the main and salient point of the entry was this:

I AM […]

Silly-Fox and How to Not

OKAY I promise we are done with contests for a bit! NO MORE. They require all one of my organizational skill to stretch to the limit, and then the skill snaps back and pops me in the face like an angry and overworked rubber band. Exception being, of course, winner of the silliest Fox […]

Onward to Abbott-Town

Firstly and most important, Karen Abbott, my whoodie and a member of the evil trio who make up my writing group (Abbott, Sara, and Lydia), is guest blogging today over at the THE LIPSTICK CHRONICLES, so make clickies here and come learn what secrets she exposed when I posed the question, “What’s the trashiest […]

The Secret Language of Us

Today I am over at my group blog, The Lipstick Chronicles over-sharing some of my posse’s vocabularies. Come tell me yours!

Meanwhile, for those willing but stumped for ideas to get into the Nonnish Foxery going on below, in the comments for the previosu entry, Mr. Husband and several of the Best Beloveds have […]

In Which Erin is a Fox Genius

The casts are pewter (dull silver) but they do not photograph well in that color—Hard to see the details in a photo of the silver ones. This is the original sculpture, called in my brother's industry a green. For obvious reasons.

So I asked you guys how I should give out these 22 […]

Random Neurons Firing (Part 17)

WHOOPS! I forgot to push all that shame down! It’s like our collective skirt is still flipped up and all our Freudian slips are showing. Let me just give that a tug!


LOOK AT….nothing! Yup. I have NOTHING to tell you except […]

Confessional Dog Poet

Today we tell on ourselves. Today it’s like we left the house in clean but TATTY UNDERPANTS like our mom told us NEVER TO DO, and this blog is our fender bender where we are hurt (but not TOO hurt) and the EMTs see them, grayed out and grannified, and we SO wish we had […]

A Life

Here! Have a thoroughly gratuitous picture of a deer. It has no connection to the text. Melody e-mailed it to me, and I just LIKE it.

WINNERS: Yes, yes yes, Michelle-who-is-Shelly is correct. I forgot to say, “If you are one of the winners, please send me your snail addy. My e-mail address […]