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Dear God,

Are you there? It’s me, Margaret Aaryn.
Please let the Packers lose win today so that Sam will shave the beard he’s been cultivating out of superstition be happy and I can get that cute dress I want at Title Nine (page 60, item B).
Thanks, God.
Aaryn

*Photo by Ruby.

For all “intensive purposes”

After suffering under the weight of trying to keep mental track of my daily obligations, I finally procured for myself a 2008 weekly engagement calendar (no Crackberry for this girl—I roll old school with ink and pulp). I spent a chunk of Monday night transcribing the scribbles and transferring the scraps from last year’s calendar. [...]

And the moral of the story is…

There’s no real mystery about the origins of my abysmal bedside manner: it is directly descended from my mother, The Gaydi Project.
Getting sick when I was growing up was a risky proposition because I wasn’t allowed to be ill for very long. I would be given a certain amount of time to actually be sick, [...]

Solidarity

He got one out of necessity:

 I got one as a consolation prize:

Just Call Me Laura

Heather Armstrong of Dooce (or Shit Ass Ho Motherfucker) fame had the following video up on her blog this past December. I know it’s SWF-lame not to go out and find my own schtick but let me just say that imitiation is the highest form of ass kissing flattery.
But here’s the deal: Sam is suffering [...]

Apropos

Every Tuesday night we watch Sam’s favorite show, Overhaulin’ (which I’ve come to know and love and cancel other activities for despite my initially dismissive attitude) and then, if we’re not too exhausted and the previews look good, we stick it out for Miami Ink. Both shows feature incredible artists working at their respective crafts. [...]

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