Some Shortcomings, presented In Order of Ridiculousness*I have an inexplicable aversion to both Post and Post Offices. I tend to avoid both as much as possible, and I don't end up opening the former for sometimes ridiculous amounts of time ( Read more... )

At 4 years, the relationship with Z is the longest one I have had ( Read more... )

There are many aspects of Britishness and Englishness and Life On The Isle which I love and embrace with all my heart. But the British sea is not one of them ( Read more... )

I was told repeatedly in the lead up to my wedding that marriage is the best way to study in detail everything which annoys you about your spouse ( Read more... )

When Z and I first began seeing each other, he would ring me up saying he just wanted to hear my voice. A little further into the relationship I would ring him to tell him that I loved him ( Read more... )

N: (philosophically, to Z who holds a howling baby) He is only crying because he's got gas.
Z: (through gritted teeth) When do you suppose he'll learn to be more stoical about it?

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Z: (proudly contemplating our baby's attachment to physical activity) I think he will grow up to be an athlete. (thinks) But what happens if he ( Read more... )

Z and I both feel very strongly about many of the same issues. Usually this makes us compatible. Sometimes however it makes us BITTER ENNEMIES.

Case in point:

Z: Oi! You took the pizza slice with two pieces of ham! I've only got one. Foul play! Foul.
N: munch munch munch I'm a breffeezing muzzer munch munch munch Sucker ( Read more... )

To add to my list of things which suck about feeding from the bosoms: mastitis. I developed a raging fever on Thursday night and a bosom that was both rock hard and so painful that even Z breathing near it would cause me to wince and restrain the urge to hit him ( Read more... )

Nina and Z looking at the baby chortling to himself in his sleep ( Read more... )

Spurred by the ever greater acts of contortionism required to cut/paint my toenails, I succumbed to the many temptations of capitalism and had my first pedicure. At first I was a bit frightened by the array of implements the beautician whipped out and attacked my feet with the attitude of grim determination required to tame the Jewish Toenail Of ( Read more... )