So Emma asked yesterday what it’s like living apart from Mr. Silver after nineteen years of marriage. I wanted to scream IT SUCKS AND I HATE IT. But because I’m from Minnesota, I calmly said, “There are good days and bad days.”

This weekend we definitely had “good days”. Mr. Silver was home for a visit, so things are a little brighter. Except he asked child #2 to mow the yard. Child did so while the dog was outside, and now the dog — who is the world’s most neurotic pointer — will no longer walk on the grass.

This is making life interesting, as I’m sure you can imagine.


Let’s have coffee and choose to forget it’s Monday, mkay?