A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I’m sitting here at my computer chair, holding my chest like Fred Sanford. Elizabeth, I’m coming, honey! This is the big one. My site just got reviewed, and I’m celebrating by having a coronary. Strange coincidence. I asked one of the reviewers there just today who I’d have to sleep with to speed up the …
We all know how Halloween was ruined for everyone by one psycho who put a razor-blade in an apple. Because of that hateful wanker, you have to either get your munchkin’s candy x-rayed or make sure you examine it all very closely. (Eating half of your kid’s goodies is also an effective Halloween safety measure. …
The hubby commenting on how bad our lawn looks: “There was a tiger in the front yard hunting some gazelles. He almost made it into the garage before I could close the door.” Ok, I’ll mow the lawn.
Someone with a small penis is sending spam to my comments section. I can only assume he has the penile equivalent of a vienna sausage, since he has become an evangelist for a penis enlarger. (Clicking the link for the spam took me to a penis enhancement site.) I’d like to take a moment to …
Sean mentions here that Sara Lee owns Playtex. While it is just a wee bit dastardly to promote a pencil-thin body image for women in your bra advertisements and then turn around and offer them a big ol’ cheesecake to eat, I don’t see a conflict of interests there. On the other hand, if Sara …
Reading Jules post this morning reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend soon after John Denver’s death in 1997. I said to Billy, “Did you know John Denver died?” He said something like, “Oh that’s awful.” After a few minutes of my rambling on about how much it sucked that the world …