A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Visit Three Considering the phone call pep talk I received over the weekend, it’s likely I’m going to get bad news. I ask Murly if I can bring my husband back with me. I’ve asked him to join me this time. I suggest that since I’m getting results, maybe he and I could talk to …
When there are three people in the room, and yours is the only visible cervix, it is very difficult to speak with authority. So, when I saw the stainless steel cart topple only slightly, and I heard the faint tinkle of something hitting the floor, and the idiot medical assistant said, “Oops” – I did …
So, my gynecologist wants to see my vagina again next week. I am ever so flattered. It must be quite something.
Did you know that if you leave just the right combination of McDonalds bags and a vaguely damp umbrella unattended in your vehicle for a couple of days, your car will smell just like a hobo’s ass?
It is slowly happening to me – that old cliche’. I find myself talking to strangers in the grocery store aisle. Catching my victim’s eye, I exclaim,“Gawd, I hate how they promote things as having no ‘high fructose corn syrup’ and then the first ingredient is corn syrup.” The lady smiles kindly and we exchange …
Sitting in the dark watching t.v. I reboot my phone. The “Verizon” start screen must be making my face glow red. Michael asks, “What kind of demons are you messing with over there?” I rebuff his nosiness. “Whatever kind of deals with the devil I’m making are my private affairs, thank you very much.” He …