A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
This is not the kind of writing I usually post here. That’s why this introduction is necessary – I don’t want to unpleasantly surprise my readers. The reason you haven’t seen any of my attempts at serious fiction here up to now is that I’m painfully insecure about my short stories. But, I’m facing my …
I don’t hit my kid. But I’m here to tell ya – that Damien boy needs a spanking! There are some misbehaviors that merit more than a “time out.” “Don’t try to kill your mother, Damien. That’s naughty.” See? It just doesn’t ring true. A good ass whipping is what’s called for in this case.
My pledge to you the reader: I, your humble blogger, do solemnly swear upon my favorite sweater* to hereby more carefully proofread everything I post on this site from this day onward. I’m so stupid. I should be made to wear a scarlet letter on my chest. Not the usual “A” for adulterer (or apple), …
I find it hilarious that so many warblogger types actually call themselves “military supporters.” Last I heard, that is a jockstrap. Apparently, I’m not the only person who feels this way. Read this guy’s insightful post entitled “More Thoughts on Winning at All Costs.” Speaking of winning at all costs, have you heard about this …
I’m sober as sober can be today, which is a good thing, I guess, since it’s not quite 10 a.m. yet. But, I must say, sobriety really sucks. Send tequila. Go on a beer run. For God’s sake, help me drown the pain that is my life!… I’m better now. Had my coffee. If someone …
Michael pointed out to me that my apron looks way too clean. Maybe I was just starting my shift? Sigh. Oh well. Cest la vie. The lunch lady is not one to cry over spilled milk, so I’ll try to forgive myself this egregious oversight. There are a few more pictures of me in the …