A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Question: Is she so desperate for material that she’s doing another weird searches post? Answer: Yes. Yes, she is. I is. Whatever. So, yeah, the words underlined below are the actual search words some unlucky bastards typed into their search bars only to find my site. My responses immediately follow the search words. lonely fat …
My kid can get breakfast at school when she wants to. This is good news for us on days like today when the three – count ’em three – donuts she ate before she left the house weren’t enough to fill her up. Soon the only way we’ll be able to afford to feed her …
I wrote the beginning of a mystery novel in my sleep last night. The only thing left to do is to write the middle and the end of it, and then I’m home free.
Me – Do you have a minute to listen to this story? Bill – You have about ten minutes. Me – Yeah, I know I can’t go over ten minutes – the last episode of “Friends” is on tonight. Bill – So you have till that starts. Me – I’ll talk fast.
Today I put off writing by mowing the lawn. This is frequently not the case. In fact, I have been known far more often to put off mowing the lawn by writing a long-winded rant about Easy Cheese or whatever other silly thing comes to mind. Now, obviously, if you are one of my neighbors, …
Michael overheard a guy say this, and quoted it to me: “I think homos are the most disgusting, vile creatures on the planet, but they should have exactly the same rights I have.” As ugly as that sounds, my husband and I both found it hopeful that someone with such obvious hatred for another group …