A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
It has become clear to me that some folks get a little freaked out by human vegetarians. I guess they’re basically OK with mares eating oats and does eating oats and little lambs eating ivy, but when I ask for no beef on a taco salad it sends them into a downward spiral of fear …
My husband has allergies. Lots of them. He should probably be living in a plastic bubble. At the very least, he shouldn’t be living in the city ranked third for being highest in allergens. But, we can’t move at present, and we don’t know where to get a bubble, so every day I witness his …
Whew. Kids today. They take so many things for granted. Last night I had to give Charlotte the “you don’t know how good you got it” speech: “Charlotte when we were you’re age, the claymation in “Land of the Lost” was impressive shit. We got up early on Saturday morning so that we wouldn’t miss …
In the midst of your struggles to simply have a normal life death sneaked up from behind you bearing Kryptonite and you breathed your last earth air. It seems wrong that it happened this way – I must have expected a more glorious ending. Sometimes no matter how great our strength or will we must …
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. How much have you personally ever wanted to pull another driver out of his or her vehicle and beat the living shit out of them? I only ask, because that feeling is still lingering with me even though I’m no longer in my …
How sick is it that I sat through half of a concert I wasn’t particularly interested in just because I desperately wanted to read the bassist’s t-shirt? I kept saying, “Stand still for a second,” but the bouncy little thing didn’t hear me because he was in my television.