One of our Canadian friends sent me a link to a touching children’s book, so of course I had to visit. True to form, Mr. Sarcasm had directed me to an online version of Edward Gorey’s The Gashlycrumb Tinies, an abecedarium only a Goth could love. It’s also one of my sister’s favorite books–she’s an Eeyore anyway, so I’d bought her a copy for Christmas one year. (mimi couldn’t even begin to explain her family’s sense of humor)

Gorey, of course, is not sentimental at all, so Gashlycrumb features rhymes like “A is for Amy, who fell down the stairs/B is for Basil, devoured by bears” and the like, accompanied by line drawings. Here’s the panel that makes me laugh out loud:

You have to understand that DH and I use “ennui” as code for “I have this general malaise with life, work, and everything in general, so I need to disappear by myself for a couple of hours and figure out how to get my equilibrium back…you’re on kidwatch. Don’t forget to walk the dogs.” And that’s pretty much the land I find myself in this week.

No, I don’t plan to die of ennui. mimi is far too interested in life to waste away pining for some unidentified something that will make things easier. But let’s say life has been taking it out on me and I. Am. Whipped. So I am, finally, admitting that I am not, indeed, Wonder Woman (although on occasion I have wielded her lasso of truth with Frick and Frack and have used the bracelets to ward off the slings and arrows of life in the new century to great effect), and must attempt heroic measures for self so that I have the fortitude and patriotic bustier (even if imaginary) to save my little world.

With that in mind, I offer this wee addition to the Gashlycrumbs: