A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
It’s rainy here today, and I still have electricity in my house. I feel there must be some mistake. I should call the bastards at LG&E to express my confusion at this new phenomenon, but I think I’ll just revel instead. This guy could convey my amazement at having power better than I can. He …
I used to love to sit in my tree-house and read as a child. Actually it wasn’t so much a tree-house as a board laid across some branches, but hey it worked for me. Maybe that early communion with nature is the reason I get so pissed off that Bush is getting ready to sell …
Best dream ever. I was Spider Man. I wasn’t saving anyone or fighting a bad guy. I was just having a blast swinging from roof to roof with only the occasional fear of splatting into a wall. I’m not coordinated at all in real life, but I fared well in my dream in that I …
This is quite personal, so please don’t read it. What are you doing? I just asked you to stop reading and you totally disrespected me. Fine. Whatever. Just go right on reading then. Yeah, I get a little PMS once in a while. But, more importantly, I get horrible menstrual cramps. By the way, I …
Here’s the deal. My husband does not smoke pot. In fact, neither do I anymore, because it makes you say “dude” too much, dude. Actually, I sort of gave it up after my daughter was born. But, that’s beside the point. Anyway, he wears vegan deodorant. (No, it’s not made of vegans, it’s just not …
For anyone who was irritated by the comments section, it should be fixed now. Sorry, but we weren’t aware of the problem, because it seemed fine from here. Thanks to the hubby for wrestling with it for me. My hero. Swoon.