Sick
I’m not physically sick. Just sick of hearing myself think. I’ll be back when I’m no longer feeling existential. Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing some chocolate ice cream and a chick flick won’t fix.
A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I’m not physically sick. Just sick of hearing myself think. I’ll be back when I’m no longer feeling existential. Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing some chocolate ice cream and a chick flick won’t fix.
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You – Hey, Debbie. Me – Hey. You – How will you be an embarassment to your daughter in her teenage years? Me – There are lots of ways, but first and foremost will be that I still listen to AC/DC. You – Really? Me – They only know three chords, but boy do they …
My daughter got a snow day and is home from school, so I don’t have much time to put into this. Forgive me if it sucks, won’t you? Today I have for you two thoughts relating to my kid. I like to call them Thing One and Thing Two. Thing One. We have The Talk …
While we were waiting for our meals to arrive at The Spaghetti Factory, Michael told me this joke: “There are 10 kinds of people in the world. Those who know Binary and those who don’t.” Then he went on to explain how 10 is 2 in Binary, and that’s why the joke is funny. I …
While basking in the kind linkage that Scott-San tossed my way, it occurred to me what a loser I was for not having linked to the site that contained the original post that contained this brilliant ad therein. Did you get all that? Good. I’m done then.