I’ve been away from the blog for awhile. You think it’s because I haven’t anything to write about? You shut your mouth. I have plenty. Here are snippets:
My reign as HRH Princess ended when one little grandson prince was born this September. It’s pretty clear The Husband has moved on to a new love…
My reign as nagging mother spouting, “Do something meaningful with your life and marry your best friend”, is over…
I continue to fight the urge to unfriend anyone who uses this emoji: 🤣. I really can’t stand that guy.
I took a test to match my personality to a country. I got Iceland where there’s a Penis Museum and no mosquitoes! And I say, “Förum!” (which means “Let’s go” to my people).
Our house in Arizona (aka The Casa) has been undergoing renovations for six years.. wait. The Husband just confirmed it has been just six months. We are living behind a plastic shield of shame thus my normally chipper Icelandic attitude is descending rapidly into an episode of Survivor. Or Donner Pass. Y’all, not to put too fine a point on it but we don’t even have an ice maker right now.
Devil, whom I now call Tommy (see above), can’t stand the construction chaos which has caused his toilet paper demolishing habit to spike to three rolls per week. One day we were gone for 30 seconds and he ate 100 corn tortillas. Someone call Ripley’s. He’s very fragile right now with the threat of Donner Pass, me being Icelandic and all that.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: People keep butt calling me because my A name puts me first in their phone so I shan’t be taking your calls anymore. I’m talking to you Megan and Leighton. You, too, Mother.
Speaking of Mom. Last year in September she had two strokes back to back. We weren’t sure if she would move into long term care or assisted living. Well this year…
A Pierman Sister in Paris blog is readying for a shot in the arm when we go for our annual Paris trip next February with not one, not two, but three sisters in tow. These teddy bears better still be hanging out or I am going to be sick! Förum!
That’s it. And that’s a lot. Stop telling people that I’ve lost my mojo. If you need me I’ll be behind a plastic shield of shame somewhere in Carefree, Arizona—a less appropriate town name could not exist right now—where I’ll be picking up Devil’s toilet paper and ignoring all your butt calls and learning more about my people, the Icelanders.. 🤣🤣🤣