Just Kristin

“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?

If anyone out there still reads this thing despite it’s almost Plathian levels of confession and self-<insert negative emotion verb here>, please give a shout out to my mom. She is going to start her smoke-free life on her dad’s birthday, August 14. She will of course make us all proud no matter what, but she is nervous, so any kind, supportive words would be greatly appreciated. Leave a comment here or email her. If you’ve been down that path, please share.

Go, mom!!!

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.

Lucky for us, Mr. Izzard did just that, and gave us our encore, unlike Chef, who was shunned by the Crunchy Ones and made to hide his Balls.

(cont.) Mr. Izzard, I wanted to say, ignore the poops who cheer for McCain and do not find religious humor funny. Talk to the rest of us.