A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Someone commented that I am sick, because my site is frequented by cannibals, perverts and people with hairy legs. Whoever reads my site is more than welcome, and yet people who use twisted logic like that in an attempt to insult me will be laughed at, privately or openly, depending on how stupid I think …
I don’t have too many memories of my childhood. My sister will mention things that supposedly happened when we were kids, and I’ll usually pretend to remember after she throws out enough details that I begin to feel humiliated at having absolutely no recollection of anything she is talking about. In fact, I can never …
I don’t know when the change happened. But, it seems I’ve given up on having any standards whatsoever. When Michael suggested we were going to watch Blue Crush tonight, I didn’t even protest – much. Now I can’t turn back. Heed my warning, folks. Draw a line somewhere.
While giving the house a good cleaning today, I noticed my weight bench had acquired a thick layer of dust. This made me feel a little bad that I haven’t exercised in such a long time. I decided I should never let this happen again. It’s just too depressing for me to allow the weight …
Yep. Gonna drink me some rum with a little Diet Rite in it, and watch The Outlaw Josey Wales for what’s gotta be the hundredth time. I know it’s Talk Like a Pirate Day, so I am drinking some rum in honor of that. I’d even mix up a batch of Jule’s Pirate Punch, but …
Anyone who reads my blog knows by now that I am the consummate authority on manners in the United States. Oh, there are others who might claim this title. But, I can kick their asses, because they are punks. I just watched the the re-airing of Late Night with Conan O’ Brien. Christina Ricci was …