A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Writing is all about capturing your audiences interest in the first sentence or two. I can’t even keep my own attention today. It seems I’m at a party with Myself and I keep telling Myself, “That’s an interesting story idea.” I’m lying, of course, and I know it. I’m boring Myself to death. In fact, …
First up – Making great strides in the way my blog is read: Michael has set up a PDA friendly version of my site. Even some of you without PDAs might prefer the stripped-down version of the site to looking at my usual purple background, which begins to look more hideous to me every day. …
My ten year old daughter is teaching herself how to forge my signature on documents… Seems like only yesterday I was teaching her to write her own name and now she’s copying mine. They grow up so fast, don’t they?
My largest piece of luggage is much to big to be allowed as a carry-on, yet the airlines are forced to let me onto planes with it. It is, of course, my mouth. I use it to tote things around like I’m a golden retriever or something. If my hands are full, my teeth will …
I have memorized some things over the years to keep myself company when I get lonely. The lyrics to the M.A.S.H. theme. Yep, there are lyrics and I know ’em. The lyrics to Nena’s “99 Red Balloons” in the original German. In German it’s called “99 Luftballoons.” The title actually translates to “99 Air Balloons.” …
Dear dear dear Readers, I feel so close to you all. That’s why I know I can ask you or tell you anything. So, here’s the thing. When I post something long and rambling like I did yesterday, could you kindly wait 6-8 hours before you read it? You see, during that time, I’ll notice …