One & Done Sunday #21

Welcome to One & Done Sunday. One picture, and five links that are worth your time.

#5 told me recently that one day my jokes are going to come back to haunt me. I really have no idea what that means, but I’m looking forward to the day when it happens. I hope it’ll be like an acid flashback.

I read him a whole chapter in Harry Potter on the nights I’m home tuck him in. We’re on Book Three right now. He has this whole convoluted routine for how we have to share his bed when I read to him so that he can move around, but still be under the covers after I sit down. He hates to be trapped and thinks he has to make an awful lot of concessions to accommodate me– or, as he correctly specifies, my butt– so that I can sit on the bed.

He told me the other night:

If your butt was evil, it would take over the world.

I’m not entirely sure what that means either, but I suspect he’s right. I’m also not convinced that my butt isn’t evil; more will be revealed.

That also could turn out to be like an acid flashback.

None of that has anything to do with this week’s picture, which is, simply, summer in my kitchen:


Yeah, I totally didn’t grow any of that stuff. In fact, it’s a miracle that that basil didn’t jump right off the counter and throw itself in front of a hungry puggle.


Here are your links:

An interview with a Hospice volunteer: The Death Writer

I thought I had an interesting life, but this guy has me beat for sure. The blog is Hot Milk For Breakfast, a weird and unique look at Afghanistan. The Question of Why.

Because I love gospel music like I love opera, and differently from how I love heavy metal. Jamie A Hughes has a well-written article about a very inspirational couple dealing with Alzhiemer’s: I Sing Because.


I took a Law & the Arts class back in college, back before there was much of a digital anything. The same copyright rules still apply today; stuff’s just way easier to steal now. But you can totally get sued for using pictures without permission on your blog, even if you credit the photographer (I actually didn’t know that part). Best-selling author Roni Loren shares her experience in this must-read for anyone who posts stuff on the interwebs: Bloggers Beware.


Winston. He works at a call center, dealing with stupid people all day. He’s going to be pantsless one day. ESP: I’ll Sue Your Pants Off!


Happy Sunday.


Post-Rapture Latté Winner

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Thank you to everyone who entered the caption contest. I giggled repeatedly. It was tough to choose, but choose I did, and the winner of a whole latté is Jamie A. Hughes for the caption:

“Ripple: Putting the Raggedy in Raggedy Ann since 1920.”

Ripple: Putting the Raggedy in Raggedy Ann since 1920

Jamie writes The Tousled Apostle , a deeply insightful, well-written blog about being a musician, a writer, and a Christian. I’m not sure how she ended up here. But I’m glad she did and she gets a latté. Jamie, email me at accidentalstepmom (at) gmail (dot) com and let me know where to send your tiny gift card.

Oh, and if you don’t know what Ripple is, go here.

My favorite honorable mentions were:

Black Hole Under My Couch: “Why do they even call them roofies? Why not floories?… Or what about groundies?”

Pen & Mink: “Not amused by Ann’s decision to moon him on rapture day, Jesus decided she would be better off staying here.”

and Karen @ kloppenmum, with simply: “Bum!”

Everybody who entered, if you ever swing by New York, hit me up and I’ll buy you a latté. Unless I know you and you live here, in which case I’ll meet you for a latté and we can go dutch. (Hey, I have five kids. Deal with it.)

Happy Sunday!