A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Dear Mom, You said were worried that I wasn’t posting because I had twisted my ankle. Mom, I don’t type with my feet. I’m sure it must look that way considering all the typographical errors and questionable content herein. But, please be assured that, while writing, I only use my feet to hold my donuts …
We just got back from watching a fireworks display on the belvedere. Charlotte got a big kick out of it. She oohed and aahed a lot. It wasn’t as crowded there as it is during Thunder Over Louisville, so we had the luxury of being able to sit on the bleachers. There were a couple …
My nine year old daughter and I were watching t.v. when one of those long distance commercials with John Stamos came on the air. Charlotte – He’s so cute Me – What? John Stamos? Really? He’s doing a commercial. Have some standards for heaven’s sake. You are young. Set the bar a little higher than …
Contrary to popular belief, the postman does not always ring twice. Sometimes post people only ring once, and other times they knock feebly so that no one could possibly hear them. This fact almost ruined my marriage. Michael has a door obsession. I was home on Monday when the post woman attempted to deliver the …
We seem to finally be rid of the ants. They must have just gotten bored with my cooking and moved away. Unfortunately, they have been replaced by gnats. The gnats fly around my face and attempt to drink from my eyeballs. Why is that? I have a glass of water sitting right in front of …