A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
If you know what’s best You’ll avoid our happy nest On this day over all the rest. Today we’re speaking in rhyme Pretty much all the time. It can be a little diconcerting And after a bit, your ears might start hurting.
Ruff, ruff, ruff ruff. Grrr. Woof, woof, woof. Grrrrrrrr. Arooooooh. Growl. Woof. Woof. Bark. Howl. Ruff, Wrebbie *For human translation of this post, click extended entry.
First off, this is a self-indulgent post. By self-indulgent I mean I’ll enjoy writing it more than you’ll enjoy reading it. But, I can’t resist this topic anymore. I’ve held it in for too long. The persons handling advertising for Brink’s Home Security should be fired. Not just fired from their jobs but literally set …
I bought some schnecken yesterday. I didn’t know what they were, but my sweet tooth assumed that a German pastry covered with nuts and icing couldn’t be all bad. Boy, Toothey, you sure got it right!
Michael has a rule about chick flicks. We only see them at the theater on our anniversary. This works out well for us. I prefer watching chick flicks at home by myself anyway. I want to be able to cry unabashedly if the need should arise in me. Also, if I don’t drag my husband …
My hubby loves his colas. See his post here.