A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
At about 6:00 p.m. yesterday, Michael is going through our mail and suddenly yells out, “Oh shit!” I knew whatever it was must be pretty bad, because his voice went pre-puberty on him for a second. Last time his voice went all Mickey Mouse like that, it was because they had cancelled “Farscape.” Being careful …
At eighteen months old, pizza does double duty as both a meal and a hair accessory.
As luck would have it, our lawnmower caught fire yesterday. It’s probably my fault. Nobody got hurt in the accident, but the lawnmower is now only good as a conversation piece. All day at work this afternoon, when people asked how I was, I’d respond, “Fine…Our lawnmower caught fire yesterday.” I rather enjoyed having that …
So, folks, it’s been a while, because, well…I’M BORING. My hope and my challenge are that something even remotely interesting might happen before I can finish this run-on sentence — which is unlikely at best, when you consider that I’m sitting all alone in front of a computer monitor at 12:25 a.m. on Saturday night. …