All I Have to Do Is Dream
I wrote the beginning of a mystery novel in my sleep last night. The only thing left to do is to write the middle and the end of it, and then I’m home free.
A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I wrote the beginning of a mystery novel in my sleep last night. The only thing left to do is to write the middle and the end of it, and then I’m home free.
Me – Do you have a minute to listen to this story? Bill – You have about ten minutes. Me – Yeah, I know I can’t go over ten minutes – the last episode of “Friends” is on tonight. Bill – So you have till that starts. Me – I’ll talk fast.
Today I put off writing by mowing the lawn. This is frequently not the case. In fact, I have been known far more often to put off mowing the lawn by writing a long-winded rant about Easy Cheese or whatever other silly thing comes to mind. Now, obviously, if you are one of my neighbors, …
Michael overheard a guy say this, and quoted it to me: “I think homos are the most disgusting, vile creatures on the planet, but they should have exactly the same rights I have.” As ugly as that sounds, my husband and I both found it hopeful that someone with such obvious hatred for another group …
If you sprinkle when you tinkle. Be a sweetie and wipe the seatie. – Lau Tzu Just kidding about Lau Tzu there, but whoever wrote those words was wise indeed. This wisdom was initially intended for men, but should be extended to women as well, because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve started …
I notice that I relish eating salads after I spend half the day digging weeds and doing yard-work. I’m angry at greenery in general after a day like that, and it feels really good to see something leafy quivering on the edge of my fork. Yeah, I got nothin’ today. However, I would like to …