A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Remember back in the day, circa 19 something or other when people wore bracelets to remind them of how to live their lives? Now many of those people have fitbits. Same thing really. Anyway, one of the popular slogans on those was WWJD? – an acronym for What Would Jesus Do? It looked jazzy in …
Visit Three Considering the phone call pep talk I received over the weekend, it’s likely I’m going to get bad news. I ask Murly if I can bring my husband back with me. I’ve asked him to join me this time. I suggest that since I’m getting results, maybe he and I could talk to …
When there are three people in the room, and yours is the only visible cervix, it is very difficult to speak with authority. So, when I saw the stainless steel cart topple only slightly, and I heard the faint tinkle of something hitting the floor, and the idiot medical assistant said, “Oops” – I did …
So, my gynecologist wants to see my vagina again next week. I am ever so flattered. It must be quite something.
Did you know that if you leave just the right combination of McDonalds bags and a vaguely damp umbrella unattended in your vehicle for a couple of days, your car will smell just like a hobo’s ass?
It is slowly happening to me – that old cliche’. I find myself talking to strangers in the grocery store aisle. Catching my victim’s eye, I exclaim,“Gawd, I hate how they promote things as having no ‘high fructose corn syrup’ and then the first ingredient is corn syrup.” The lady smiles kindly and we exchange …