A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Part of a letter I received from the principal of Charlotte’s school in regard to an upcoming parent/teacher conference date: “We hope to accomodate as many parents as possible. Please bare with us.” If I show up naked, do you think they’ll get all pissy about it? *Yeah, I know either spelling is technically correct …
If you’ve been reading me for any length of time, you may remember how dramatic I can be about dental visits and how annoying that might be to others in my life. Well, believe me, I’m way more irritating in person than you could possibly get your mind around without having witnessed it firsthand. My …
Think of the rudest possible way you could pronounce the name of this restaurant, and that’s what we call it. Another fun fact about about “F*ck It Thai” is that they make the hottest soup known to man. Michael adored it. I choked on it and wept openly after taking only a bite. All hail …
Although I’m a vegetarian, I rarely eat salads. I owe this fact at least in part to the word “roughage” being used by health nuts to describe any and all raw vegetables. Maybe it’s just me, but the absolute last thing I want to think about when I put food into my mouth is how …
I’m very disappointed in a certain husband of mine. I’ll call him “Husband X” so that he can retain his anonymity. But, you should know a wedge has come up in my marriage, and I need your support now more than ever. I can’t let you know which side of the debate I’m on at …
Due to my continued interest my country going to hell in a hand-basket and due to my motherly instinct to prevent said hand-basket from reaching its destination in my child’s lifetime, I subscribe via e-mail to a lot of progressive newsletters. Today will mark the beginning of the end of most of those newsletters reaching …