Mamacita says: Well, my dears, here we all are once again, celebrating another new year with our real life friends and our other real life friends. Six years ago, I didn’t really consider my internet friends to be really and … Continue reading
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Mamacita says: There are, of course Twelve Actual Rules of Christmas, according to the law, and in case you don’t know what they are and have intentions of storming the school or business that’s maliciously ignoring your rights as a … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I used to be a hippie, you know. Now, I’m just hippy. I’m almost out of detergent, but if I tear open the two little sample packages of Tide that came in the washer when we bought it … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I’ve been thinking about my father today. I have no idea why. There must have been something that started the thought process – something I saw, heard, ate, felt, laughed at. . . SOMETHING that made me think … Continue reading
. . . and my mind’s eye – ever more astute than the two regular eyes – still sees scenes like this whenever I look out the living room window in the fall. Empty Nest Syndrome. ENS. Certifiable in all … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Don’t tell anybody, but I’m only pretending to be upset that all the stores are getting ready for Christmas. Yes, it’s too early. Yes, Thanksgiving really does deserve some undivided attention. Etc. The fact is, I love Christmas, … Continue reading