A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
The last time I attempted to call my husband at his office, I got someone else. What clue, you may ask, finally revealed to me the fact that I was speaking a complete stranger? And that I had somehow managed, in this briefest of intervals, to refer to the stranger as “baby” on at least …
This year I’m thankful for: My amazing witty, beautiful daughter. My adored and adoring husband. Being an aunt for the first time ever. A large, warm extended family. Yarn and knitting needles. That my laundry is almost done – at least for tonight. You… DUH! You know I like you. I have your name tattooed …
Had my second knitting class last night. When I got home I showed Michael my work, and his comment was, “Hey, wow, that actually looks like somethin’.” As long as he’s content to think of my knitting purely in the abstract sense, we’ll get along fine, but if he starts trying to categorize it too …
Last night we saw The Trans-Siberian Orchestra. By the end of the evening, I was like, “Dude, have you seen my pantyhose? They got ROCKED OFF!” If you ever get an opportunity to see them – go. This has been a public service announcement.
You know the kind of people who want everybody to like them? The ones who are annoying, because they try way too hard? You feel sorry for them, because how pathetic is that, right? I’m one of them. What’s more, it’s beginning to pay off!!! Yay! See, I’ve been at my new job for about …
My uncle Bick died twice. The last time I saw him alive, he pulled me into a corner of the small room where we were celebrating the holiday, away from the rest of the family, and he asked me bluntly if I believed in God. It seemed an odd question to ask at a Christmas …