A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
The year is 1973. We have a six foot tall pine tree in the house. The day we brought it home my sister and I got to help decorate it. It’s dripping with tinsel so that it resembles some sort of psychedelic waterfall and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But, there’s more. …
I’m getting the flu or something equally fun. But, I gotta suck it up, be a trooper and get out there and shop today. Wish me luck that the wolves don’t smell weakness on me. At least I have cough drops. Cough drops are my friends. They’ll get me through this day. Hey, wait a …
Just heard this stupid song for the fifty-seventh time this year. Please take a moment to familiarize yourself with the lyrics in the link above. Done now? Good. I cringe every time I hear that song. I hate it mostly because it’s contrived above and beyond my tolerance for the contrived. Then there’s this problem …
Leaving her school after dropping off my daughter, I noticed some “safety patrol” kids attempting to shut the heavy outside door on each others’ heads. Safe? I wonder. Fun? No doubt.
Thanks to my pal, Jim, who commemorated me in coin. Not to be childish but…Na na na boo boo! I got commemorated and yoo-oou didn’t! Speaking of coins and childishness, did you know that the GOP is pushing to have FDR’s image on the dime replaced by that of Reagan? What annoying little bitches they …
We had my birthday party a few days early. My loot is as follows: A really nice Zen Garden – This is a perfect gift for me – a garden that I cannot kill through incompetence. Al Franken’s book, Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them Two nice watches which I picked out. – …