A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
We had no electricity yesterday. So, I spent the afternoon teaching my nine year old daughter, Charlotte, to play gin rummy. I told her the first game we played wouldn’t really count. Then I looked at her cards and my cards. Her cards were better, so I kept them and gave her mine. I figured …
I am going to confess a deep dark secret today. I have to get it off my chest. This is not for the faint of heart. You have been warned. Here goes: I really really really want to run over people who collect money for their various charities at busy intersections. I should clarify that. …
Michael and I saw T3 Rise of the Machines. Although the movie didn’t suck, I was disappointed there weren’t more scenes showing the army of terminators. Given the title, I expected a few mechanical army scenes. There was only one. I was also disappointed with Arnold’s butt. His age is starting to show. He still …
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 …