A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I’ve mentioned here before that I love my hairdresser. She does a great job on my hair, and I no longer even have to tell her what to do. For lack of a better phrase, I’ve finally got her broken in. In other words, she no longer argues with me about how short I want …
I’m sitting here at my computer chair, holding my chest like Fred Sanford. Elizabeth, I’m coming, honey! This is the big one. My site just got reviewed, and I’m celebrating by having a coronary. Strange coincidence. I asked one of the reviewers there just today who I’d have to sleep with to speed up the …
We all know how Halloween was ruined for everyone by one psycho who put a razor-blade in an apple. Because of that hateful wanker, you have to either get your munchkin’s candy x-rayed or make sure you examine it all very closely. (Eating half of your kid’s goodies is also an effective Halloween safety measure. …
The hubby commenting on how bad our lawn looks: “There was a tiger in the front yard hunting some gazelles. He almost made it into the garage before I could close the door.” Ok, I’ll mow the lawn.
Someone with a small penis is sending spam to my comments section. I can only assume he has the penile equivalent of a vienna sausage, since he has become an evangelist for a penis enlarger. (Clicking the link for the spam took me to a penis enhancement site.) I’d like to take a moment to …
In order to be fair, I should tell you here that we attempted to watch About Schmidt four different times over the past three weeks. We were having a problem with our cable television, and couldn’t get the pay-per-view function to work. I had to call the cable company repeatedly about this, which means I …