Monthly Archives: June 2009

The day planner is empty today because everyone’s either recovering from herpangina and/or gearing up for the 4th of July. – Shaan

All Elmo wanted last night was a low-stress, no-drama party, where everybody just showed up and had a ball. Except his caterer went and got arrested the night before the party. Still, the do-it-yourself “candied bacon balls” were sorta tasty. … Continue reading →

                                                                              PARTIAL HAT COVERAGE                                                                                  TOTAL HAT COVERAGE

5 THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT KIRAN 1.) I can solve complex math equations, reference obscure movies/books/songs/bible passages/Christmas specials and shoot a potato gun all while simultaneously singing the theme songs from nationally syndicated television programs of the early 80’s. … Continue reading →

Quarantined from society while recovering from my momentary illness, I am obsessively clicking on things on the internet (“Flat-Earthers Claim Time Zones Are A Myth Created By The Powerful Round-Earth Lobby”), knitting, and of course, working on my pouty face. … Continue reading →

No sooner had I recovered from the blow to the stomach that was herpangina, now Shaan is dealing with the same crushing sucker-punch. Our prayers are of course with him, but I’m  pretty certain he’ll make a full recovery very … Continue reading →

SMILE OF THE DAY

If there’s one bright spot to the dark cloud hanging over our house, it’s come in the form of the outpouring of love and genuine sympathy for Kiran, who is currently resting comfortably on Dad. Words of encouragement have come … Continue reading →

Sorry for the lack of posts. As some of you may have heard I have fallen ill. I started the weekend feeling stout and hardy but by Sunday I was shivering so badly people around me were not so subtly … Continue reading →

Everyone loves cauliflower. It makes you smarter, happier and life gets totally interesting. (Actually, it’s so freaking scary it makes me cry. Cauliflowers are bad, mm’kay?) – Shaan