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The original tag line my daughter suggested was a mite more sweary than this. But my mother might read it, and I’m not sure if I’m too old to be sent to my room.

Look, I am the first to admit that I probably should be more heavily medicated than I am.  But where would the fun be in that?  This chronic mental illness is nothing that a nail gun, a paint brush and 150mg a day of the best SNRI my brain can imbibe can’t fix.

Everything I’ve learned in life I have learned from my mother and Pinterest.  My lack of tragic backstory does mean I’d make a terrible contestant on a reality talent show, however it also means I am a damn good mother and a master of sarcasm.  Actually, I can’t blame my mother for that, she’s a way better person than I am.  Awful at playing cards, but a very good human none-the-less.  But I digress.

Come on in to our odd little world full of sarcasm, whimsy and wine.  You’ll probably be fine.

A:The symphony? Is that like a big band?
J:Yeah. A fancy old fashioned band
A:Yeah! With the violins and cellos <doing actions>
J:That’s the one. 
A:Yeah. A band with a front man
J:And the front man is..?
A: A wizard!

Symphonic Wizardry

A: “How up is space?”
Dad: “Huh?”
A: “How *up* is space?”
Me: “She means ‘how far do you have to go before you’re in space?”
Dad: “Seventy-five thousand feet”
A: “…..yeah, that doesn’t help. How many *bears* is that?”

The Bears to Space Ratio