There are some things that go without saying. There are others that you shouldn’t say because you don’t want to draw attention to them. Observe:


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I KNOW it has to be hard to carve a stone ball. It must have taken you a long, long time to carve a stone ball.


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My friend Stephanie is super pregnant.  With her baby shower coming up this month, and her due date growing ever closer, I’ve got babies on the brain.  And (as evidenced by last week’s bloody onesie) that’s not a good thing, because the craft world has proven a scary place for infants.

Take today’s monstrosity, for example:


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I could have sworn I left it right here on the counter. Where did it go?


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This is a “funny” greeting card. But only in the sense of funny-peculiar, not funny-ha-ha.


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I don’t get vagina art.

I’m not one of those women who’s freaked out by genitals, either-I like my vagina-but it strikes me as immodest to hang your junk out for the world to see.  It also seems cruel to force the more prudish people out there, the ones who aren’t even comfortable with their own junk, let alone other people’s, to be unexpectedly ( Read more... )

Sometimes I look around my cozy domicile and think “You know what would make this place perfect? Something scary and evil-looking! Not just a little evil-looking - something that will REALLY frighten the children and give them nightmares so they will never forget me.”


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