Sit down. I have a huge revelation for you all. O.K. Here it is. Boys are different from girls.
Unless you throw parties all the time, heed my warning. If you let too much time go by between fiestas, you are asking for trouble.
I had blood drawn this morning. They filled nine vials. Nine! If I felt a little lightheaded, it was from disgruntlement, not from blood loss.
With lights flashing and sirens blaring, here come the Grammar Police again. May I see your diploma and license, please?Actually, this is not really a grammar issue. I was drummed out of the Grammar Police Department for split infinities and dangling participles. I am now a low-ranking officer in the subdivision of the Grammar Police […]
I stood over the sink, grumbling and grousing as I scraped and scoured that scorched pan. Scrubbing pans has always been a chore I loathe, but this time my grizzling was aggravated because the end result had tasted like goat sweat.
I read a review of one of the “nany-tell-all” books about star moms and the reader was aghast. The word was that anchorwoman Katie Couric stood by the refrigerator sloppily eating ice cream from the carton, and that she left dirty clothes all over the house.
Today I saw a photo of a graceful ballerina striking a pose on her toes and I was filled with longing.
First let me remind all that I have a gorgeous new kitchen. I cling to that as the home surrounding that kitchen crumbles.