A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
My phobias are mind games that I can enjoy playing all by myself, just like solitaire. As I grow older I find I prefer these sorts of head games to the kind that more actively involve other people. This wasn’t always the case. My exes would all be happy to attest that I used to …
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