A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
If you’ve noticed I haven’t been commenting all over the internet like my usual blog-whore self, the reason is a headache that simply will not go away. Much like my gnats. By the way, I have decided that having skanky beer with dead gnats in it lying around is unacceptable. Apparently, I have a rather …
As anyone who reads me regularly knows, I am a very helpful person, so long as I don’t have to expend too much energy in the process. For example, if I have to get up from my desk, that might be asking a bit much. But, if I can help you out from my swivel …
When somebody manages to make fun of Sammy Hagar and George W. Bush in the same sentence, how do you respond to it? I, for one, laugh my ass off and then quickly add that person to my blogroll.
The receptionist at our plumber’s office seems like such a genuinely nice person that I regret not having more to chat with her about than a leaky pipe.
Proving once again that, if you’re klutzy enough, even the simplest things can be hazardous, last night I managed to harm myself while eating hot and sour soup. Somehow I splashed the soup in my eye. Even if I hadn’t already given up on the possibility of leading a life of crime, that little accident …
Having no athletic ability whatsoever can really put a damper on a person’s Olympic dreams, so I’ve sort of resigned myself to the fact that the best I can do for my country on that particular front is to watch the games attentively from my couch while stuffing popcorn in my face. The sacrifices I …