A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
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 …
When I had long hair, it always took curls well, but it never kept curls well. It would be beautiful for an hour or until I tried to do anything with it, and then the curls would all fall out. My mom had an interesting phrase she liked to use when she’d catch me primping …
I was baptized Catholic soon after my mom brought my tiny diapered butt home from the hospital, but I was destined to become a heathen. How could I become anything else when what I always wanted more than anything was to find god? I’m happy to say I finally did. I found my very own …