I’m Not Gonna Ask ‘Cause He Wants Me to So Badly
My husband to me about five seconds ago: “There’s a glass in the kitchen with aluminum foil on it and ketchup on top. Don’t touch it. It’s mine.” Righto.
Year archives: 2004
This Looks Like a Job for the Irony Squad
I bought my husband a copy of “Unbreakable.” About an hour into the film, the DVD stopped and wouldn’t play anymore. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.
I’m a Little Bit Bleeding from My Eyes
I’ve had country music forced upon me quite a bit lately, and I feel dirty all over. I’ve never been a fan, but I don’t recall that it was ever as much of a parody of itself as it is today. If the country music industry is serious, it should at least pretend it is …
My Vegetarian Pledge to Non-Vegetarians
It has become clear to me that some folks get a little freaked out by human vegetarians. I guess they’re basically OK with mares eating oats and does eating oats and little lambs eating ivy, but when I ask for no beef on a taco salad it sends them into a downward spiral of fear …
On My Way to Having the Grossest Blog in the World
My husband has allergies. Lots of them. He should probably be living in a plastic bubble. At the very least, he shouldn’t be living in the city ranked third for being highest in allergens. But, we can’t move at present, and we don’t know where to get a bubble, so every day I witness his …
Jaded Youth
Whew. Kids today. They take so many things for granted. Last night I had to give Charlotte the “you don’t know how good you got it” speech: “Charlotte when we were you’re age, the claymation in “Land of the Lost” was impressive shit. We got up early on Saturday morning so that we wouldn’t miss …