A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
My letter to Quentin Tarantino: Dear Mr. Tarantino, After seeing your latest masterpiece, Kill Bill, I want desperately to throw some sweet lovin’ your way, because you just f*King rock. Nevermind the fact that I don’t find you physically attractive. I don’t even care. (Wait…Could we keep the lights off?) Other directors should be made …
I just discovered a mistake I made in Jurassic Jury. I did not know that dinosaur species merited capital letters. Apologies to dinosaurs who read the blog and were offended by my oversight. It has been fixed. On a somewhat related note, I keep wanting to use the word “varieties” when referring to dinosaur species, …
It’s not every day you get to see an anchorman make a blunder like this one. Wow! Just when you thought Fox News couldn’t possibly be any sillier, they go and kick it up a notch for ya.
I dumped my original title Twelve Angry Raptors, because I wanted to appeal to a broader audience. Also, I didn’t want to risk seeming to be well-educated, because intelligentsia can turn people off like so many light switches. (No disrespect to my readers, of course. You’re all smart. But, when this post gets adapted into …
I ate two – count ’em – two jelly donuts. I’m moments away from a sugar coma. I am due in the jury pool room at 12:30 p.m. My coma should be well underway by then. I sure hope they don’t pick my sleepy ass for a jury today. I wouldn’t feel quite right about …
A jury pool could be fun. You could get water wings, or play around tossing a multi-colored vinyl ball to the other potential jurors. Don’t allow yourself to be mislead. No matter what you may have heard, there is no pool. Can you believe that? I imagined a fun-filled day of splashing around with attractive …