A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Ok, so it’s time to fess up about Friday’s game. Thanks to everyone for playing! Most comments EVER! Woohoo! *clears throat and regains composure* Story 1 was true. It’s a little easier to believe if you know us personally. See, Michael uses the word “bitch” as a term of endearment for me. No, really. I …
The best worst thing about me is my inability to lie with a straight face. If I catch a good hand at poker, everybody else at the table folds immediately – I’m that easy to read. So, today I’m overjoyed that I get to lie, and if I’m lucky, maybe even get away with it, …
The Village offered up a few surprises and a nice little love story to boot. Go see it. Now. My inner dialog during this movie: “WTF?” “Oh, that’s sooo sweet.” “Oh my god! NOOOOO! I can’t frickin’ believe this.” “No, don’t let her go!!!!” “Damn. I jumped pretty high just then.” “WTF!?” “WTF?!”
My daughter is going through that phase where she wants to pretend to be completely independent. The most humiliating thing she can imagine happening to her is for me to kiss her in public. Charlotte would like for all of her friends to think that she was raised by wolves or possibly cloned. It’s just …
The cable is STILL broken. I am still pissed off. Nuff said.
We have a gopher or a groundhog. We don’t know which. We couldn’t get a very close look at him (or her) because he was shy. But, we did see him run under our shed, and we think maybe he’s taken up residence there. I’m just hoping none of the neighbors try to kill OUR …