My Dog is Chelsea

Why is it that millions of people can name their children-to-be after all they’ve seen is an outline of a bean in an ultrasound, and yet half of the MDIC readership requires a full-color photograph of the dog currently known as Rosie in order to come up with an appropriate moniker? Then again, I live [...]

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My dog is Chelsea. She was, and will always be. But starting today, my dog is also Rosie: [picture to come, camera battery taking too long to charge, so imagine a big red ball of cuteness here] She is an energetic year-and-a-half old Viszla/yellow lab mix (supposedly). I went to the Humane Society thinking I’d [...]

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Thursdays have become my only weeknight which are regularly free. I like Thursdays. I was thinking back to my old god-awful job the other day, and recalled this moment: Boss: Hi, Laurie [sic]! Welcome back! We missed you last week. Laura: What? Boss: Weren’t you on vacation last week? Laura: Oh. No, that was last [...]

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First, let’s deal with an insidious phrase that’s catapulted into insta-ubiquity: Super Duper Tuesday. OK, kids! I realize that it’s going to be a big day, with just shy of half of the states in our union holding some sort of primary/caucus situation. I get that. But what I don’t understand is why the hell [...]

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You know when all of a sudden you realize you’re so hungry that you can’t even bear the thought of standing up, opening the fridge and deciding what to cook? That’s how I feel right now. It’s a sudden-onset hunger. Twenty minutes ago I was fine, content with my lunch of leftover lasagna and salad. [...]

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