July 22, 2015

Logs tonight. The stack of metaphoric logs waiting for the szzaaw-szzawing in my dreamy head must wait. I’m setting up the kids’ academic logs first. Allow me to introduce you. Attila-the-Mum with penciled spear and gaveled mallet props up the little logs. (Yes, the diction, it’s the same fierce staccato one hears when “the Hun” […]