A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Pillow talk: Me – Aw, c’mon. How dumb do you think I am? Michael, purposely ignoring the rhetorical nature of the question – Very dumb. I think I could bring in a rock to replace you. Me, calling his bluff – Oh, yeah? Well, why don’t you go find a rock then? Michael – I …
She pulled four roast chickens from a Kentucky Fried Chicken bag and divvied them up. One for herself, one for her thirteen year old daughter, one for her twelve year old dughter, and one for my sister and me to share. Then the fixin’s were laid out on the table – potatos, gravy, corn, biscuits …
We’ve all been there. You’re in a relationship and you sense the other party has lost interest. In order to save face and avoid wasting any more time on something that is going nowhere, you break it off first. Maybe you say, “Ha ha. Beat you to the punch,” or maybe you’re far more mature …
Book meme I snatched from Ren.
Andy kindly took the time to interview me, and I’m finally gonna respond. I wasn’t able to do so before I left for Chicago, but better late than never: 1. If you had the power to
My phobias are mind games that I can enjoy playing all by myself, just like solitaire. As I grow older I find I prefer these sorts of head games to the kind that more actively involve other people. This wasn’t always the case. My exes would all be happy to attest that I used to …