Just wondering what the thought process was behind the new McDonald’s frappé? Not that I don’t understand why they’d make an icy creamy coffee drink in the summer? That, I get. But, why in the world did they decided to call it the frappé? As in pronounce it ”frap-pay“, preferably with a roll of your tongue [...]
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While We’re on the Subject of High-Class Establishments…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged commercialism, food, language, McDonald's on July 13, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Thanks, Clark. xoxo, Lois
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged employment, Husband, language, marriage, parenthood, personality, relationships on May 25, 2010 | 6 Comments »
See this guy? I think I may have married him. Well, ok, so maybe he doesn’t look exactly like that. Maybe more like THIS. Yeah, that’s him. For the most part, I’m pretty even-keeled. I don’t get overly excited about good things nor do I get overly upset about not-so-good things. I may raise my [...]
I Lost My Sense of Humor Today.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Dunkin' Donuts, language, Little Brother, Marblehead, Red Sox, Yankees on May 18, 2010 | 7 Comments »
My Husband grew up in Connecticut. In the “closer to NY” part of Connecticut, not the “Red Sox Nation” part of Connecticut. He’s a Yankees fan. A big Yankees fan. But, he’s a baseball fan in the larger sense as well, so while he knows and loves the Yankees more than other teams, he [...]
Tongue Tied.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged language, Little Brother, movies, school on May 13, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Little Brother has developed a bit of a stutter. At first I was completely freaked out by it. Worried and sad and upset — concerned that he had been dealt some terribly unfair hand. That my baby, who was so quick to speak as a toddler, would now need some help getting over [...]
A Burger, A Beer and a Potty Mouth
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged drink, food, language, Marblehead, marriage on May 12, 2010 | 7 Comments »
Husband and I got a sitter on Saturday night and decided to go out for a pre-Mother’s Day dinner. So, after going through the regular exchange: Me: Where should we go? He: I don’t know. You pick. How about x? Nah. Too dark. How about y? Tables are too close together. How about z? [...]
Ah-sue-may!
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bouncy House, language, Little Brother on April 19, 2010 | 2 Comments »
A rainy, cold spring Sunday. Mom, Dad, boys all together in the playroom. The Bouncy House has been inflated for the first time in almost two years — finally freed from its moving box prison. PGA tournament on in the background. Laughter, rough-housing, giggle fits, rosy-cheeked boys and lots and lots of jumping in [...]
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