Just Kristin

Her “superpower” was the uncanny ability to make any haircut, any expensive salon treatment look like it was done at a backwater barbershop.

Never having cat-sat before, Smoo wore herself out herding them, trying to insure that, like her dogs, each ate only from it’s own bowl.

Would voodoo for vegetarians consist of tofurkey sacrifice?

Really, exquisite corpse art needn’t have such strict boundaries. Why not use its principles in your next body modification!

“Mom, don’t get bangs,” Smoop said, helpfully. “You don’t have enough forehead… You have to have at least a five-head for bangs.”

So, it looks like duck quacks do not work well as ringtones. Sorry, Kristen.

Rather than worry about her own life’s quality vs. its quantity, she fretted over her effect on others’ lives as proof of her worth.

Is the cure for the dilema about whether people are either right or generous in their estimation of me simplicity or complexity?

Lessons from the last 24 hrs.: people are not iPhones any more than they are ducks, & you cannot eat your joy and have it, too.

On the road again… But thanks to Snorgy, we are entertained. All I need now is a hug from the Smoo and forgiveness from my old phone.