A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
The Cat in the Hat was so boring that I almost wish I had stayed home and done housework instead. My husband actually fell asleep about mid-way through. I stayed awake and waited for the good part. It never came. Charlotte said it was “just ok.” She’s nine. So, for the record, our collective review …
If you know what’s best You’ll avoid our happy nest On this day over all the rest. Today we’re speaking in rhyme Pretty much all the time. It can be a little diconcerting And after a bit, your ears might start hurting.
Ruff, ruff, ruff ruff. Grrr. Woof, woof, woof. Grrrrrrrr. Arooooooh. Growl. Woof. Woof. Bark. Howl. Ruff, Wrebbie *For human translation of this post, click extended entry.
First off, this is a self-indulgent post. By self-indulgent I mean I’ll enjoy writing it more than you’ll enjoy reading it. But, I can’t resist this topic anymore. I’ve held it in for too long. The persons handling advertising for Brink’s Home Security should be fired. Not just fired from their jobs but literally set …
I bought some schnecken yesterday. I didn’t know what they were, but my sweet tooth assumed that a German pastry covered with nuts and icing couldn’t be all bad. Boy, Toothey, you sure got it right!
Michael has a rule about chick flicks. We only see them at the theater on our anniversary. This works out well for us. I prefer watching chick flicks at home by myself anyway. I want to be able to cry unabashedly if the need should arise in me. Also, if I don’t drag my husband …