A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
My pledge to you the reader: I, your humble blogger, do solemnly swear upon my favorite sweater* to hereby more carefully proofread everything I post on this site from this day onward. I’m so stupid. I should be made to wear a scarlet letter on my chest. Not the usual “A” for adulterer (or apple), …
I find it hilarious that so many warblogger types actually call themselves “military supporters.” Last I heard, that is a jockstrap. Apparently, I’m not the only person who feels this way. Read this guy’s insightful post entitled “More Thoughts on Winning at All Costs.” Speaking of winning at all costs, have you heard about this …
I’m sober as sober can be today, which is a good thing, I guess, since it’s not quite 10 a.m. yet. But, I must say, sobriety really sucks. Send tequila. Go on a beer run. For God’s sake, help me drown the pain that is my life!… I’m better now. Had my coffee. If someone …
Michael pointed out to me that my apron looks way too clean. Maybe I was just starting my shift? Sigh. Oh well. Cest la vie. The lunch lady is not one to cry over spilled milk, so I’ll try to forgive myself this egregious oversight. There are a few more pictures of me in the …
I’m lightly toasted right now. Just like an almond… er, an almond drenched in vodka. I bring you an urgent message. Ha ha. I almost typed “urgent massage” just then, which is something entirely different. Write your own jokes about that if you’d like. I was so sexy tonight in my lunch lady outfit that …
Just got a letter from Rumpke, which clearly states that they will no longer be picking up our recycling on Thursday and that they will begin picking it up on Wednesday, effective Oct. 29th. This is a bit confusing to me, since they have always picked up our recycling on Monday.