A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
We live in Louisville, KY. We drive cars and pay our taxes. Generally speaking, a man will only marry his sister here if he already got her pregnant. In other words, we try to maintain a certain appearance of civility. However, if you were to attend the Kenwood Drive-In Theater, you would see some of …
My husband insists on wearing a bucket hat when we travel out of state. It is the most essential part of his vacation wardrobe, because it serves a dual purpose. It protects his shaved head from the sun’s harmful UV rays, and it drives me crazy. He has little souvenir pins stuck in it. Lots …
My child is going to need therapy. I just asked her if she was getting a cold and noticed that there was accusation in my voice. How loony is that? As if my daughter were out looking for trouble and caught a cold. She wasn’t hanging around a doctors office asking people to sneeze in …
“In the twilight glow I see her blue eyes crying in the rain.” – Willie Nelson Well, I have indeed looked at clouds from both sides now. I used to actually like rain. I liked the pitter-patter on the roof. I liked the smell of it in the air. I even liked walking in it. …
“…but by-and-by she let out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so, then I didn’t care no more about him; because I don’t take no stock in dead people.” – Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn No, this isn’t about my husband. Even if he does seem dead at times, when …