A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
THIS POST IS NOT FOR CHILDREN. So, here’s how it goes. This is where I respond to some actual searches people have typed into their search bar only to find my site. It’s supposed to be funny, but I’m all sardonic and lethargic today, so I’ll make no promises. Actual search words are underlined. My …
The first thing I learned while researching sports-creme products on-line is that you should not eat the stuff. Good to know. You probably shouldn’t put it in your eyeballs either. I don’t know why you would do that, but you’d never be judged for it here. I’m the person who admitted to eating Easy Cheese …
Today I have a V.C. Andrews headache. I haven’t picked up one of Andrews’ books for about fifteen years. (If you are doing the math on how old that makes me, you can stop right now dammit.) Well, if you want to be technical, I have picked her books up but always quickly put them …
I have a trick knee, and a trick shoulder. My body is the David Copperfield of anatomy, but it’s not smug, just tricky. That’s the reason I’m researching why odorless Aspercreme doesn’t seem to work as well as the stinky menthol stuff. I’ll share my findings with you when I find them. Unless I lose …
If by some miracle you have the vaguest curiosity about why I haven’t been posting, here’s the short answer: It was performance anxiety. Here’s the long answer: My sabbatical started on December 30th. I just didn’t feel like writing that day. Or on the next day. By the third day, I had a couple of …
Still wallowing in my own filth. Go visit Catboy. Oh, I do have one thing. We saw The Return of the King yesterday. My only review is this: Elijah Wood is one bug-eyed mofo. I kept wanting to push on his giant eyeballs so they’d fit properly into his head.