At Least They're Committed

Squealing, laughing, clapping my hands and kicking my feet. I do, I do, I doooo recognize and embrace joy! But, hell yeah, Ellen’s right. My blog is depressing. I uuused to know how to write witty, funny stuff. Must, must, must figure out how to do it again! After all, this is for the grandchildren… Read more

Yup. I for sure was going to write short stories on the Deadly Sins to practice my craft, but I’ve been busy and I DO have one started but there are so many more important things I have to do, such as Scrabble, and it’s been too easy putting it off. So I’ve been practicing… Read more

Uh-oh! Watch out! Requisite parental bitch-fit to rapidly ensue: Don’t you touch them. That’s all. You don’t get to. For as pissed as I get with my husband for his weight gain and lack of ambition, you’d best be happy that he outweighs me by 100+ pounds after you nearly run over him AND my 13-year-old… Read more

I don’t know why I always think of this SNL skit when I see Tom Brady except, of course, there’s a lot of truth to it. The moral of the story is that to avoid sexual harassment claims, one needs to: Be Handsome Be Attractive Don’t be unattractive But with the Patriots’ bizarre loss to the Cleveland… Read more

Hauling my black rolling suitcase down the hotel hallway at 5 a.m., I pass the doors behind which my colleagues sleep. Singing Journey’s Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ quietly to myself I tear off the badge and toss it away. I am done.  The stench of spicy breakfast burritos at the airport further sickens me, the rancid complement… Read more

Was reading down a couple posts ago and thought I ought to add that I understand myself now and I’m no longer losing it, thank you very much. Totally detailed my segue into sanity in a blog post, but figured I ought to keep it private. Pity. It’s delightfully creative! Read more