A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
So, I just found out that that the Sears repair guys can’t fix my washer until Tuesday of next week, by which time I could be completely buried in dirty underwear and socks. Not good. In unrelated but equally bad news, our cable connection appears to have been jarred in a storm last night. Now, …
There’s nothing quite like spending some quality time sitting on top of your washer and then shoving your head into the small space behind it in a futile attempt to find out which hose is leaking or if it’s somehow leaking underneath…. It’s sorta like being stranded on your very own wobbly little island. SOS…SOS…SOS
“All our times have come Here but now they’re gone The seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
I’m considering giving up my morning cup pot of coffee. I blame the coffee for the fact that I can no longer follow a single thought for longer than three seconds without it running away screaming. So, I’m going to give up my highly caffeinated coffee and replace it with ginkgo biloba tea or whatever …
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. No, it was a lot closer to the worst of times. It was the 80’s. Ten years of bad music and bad hair. Ack. And yet, if the 80’s hadn’t proved themselves so atrociously lacking in providing anything substantial for me to listen …
First, a big ol’ thank you to Scott-san at Kamikaze Lunchbreak for sending me a cool mix cd. It shall be my driving music for the upcoming week. I was especially thrilled to see “Wait” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs included in the mix; I’m in love with Karen O’s voice. Anyhow, I’m trying to …