Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, January 16, 2015
things said in our home
Me, to Lola: "If after you move out and you come by to visit and you find my corpse partially eaten by cats, don't be mad at them. Tell them you're sorry and get them some nice canned food."
Lola nodded in agreement. "It's not like you're using your body, after you're dead."