A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
The plaintive, mournful cry of an animal becomes clearer as you approach the Holiday Inn. Could it be a coyote? A wolf? A bear? No. It would seem not. For as you tread closer still to the source, you begin to discern some distinct syllables mixed in with the howls and screeches. “I waaanna go …
One day a long time ago, I was working in a dry cleaners and had wet socks. Maybe there’s irony to be had there, but I can’t find it. Call me if you do. Anyway, I was the sole employee in the store that day which meant anything that went wrong was my baby. Additionally, …
One short observation: Sometimes when I take my car to Valvoline for an oil change, they ask me to put my keys on the dash after I turn off the car. Other times they don’t. They had me set the keys on the dashboard today. Do they just forget to ask sometimes? Or, is it …
So, I just found out that that the Sears repair guys can’t fix my washer until Tuesday of next week, by which time I could be completely buried in dirty underwear and socks. Not good. In unrelated but equally bad news, our cable connection appears to have been jarred in a storm last night. Now, …
There’s nothing quite like spending some quality time sitting on top of your washer and then shoving your head into the small space behind it in a futile attempt to find out which hose is leaking or if it’s somehow leaking underneath…. It’s sorta like being stranded on your very own wobbly little island. SOS…SOS…SOS
“All our times have come Here but now they’re gone The seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain