This post is dedicated to my sons. Yes, I also have two daughters, but they will each want their own post, which will have to include photos, so that will be another day.
Ten Rules Mother Wants You To Live By:
1. Don't be a d***
2. Only stare at one set of boobs at a time. Dude come on, they're JUST boobs.
3. Be nice
4. Do not speak back to policemen-they're not going to call me to come…
This blog is dedicated to the Art Gallery Hiring Lady, whom I had the immense pleasure of interviewing with last week. If I'm not mistaking, and I'm not, you were going to call me back last Friday, with a time and date for my second interview. Strangely, I have been to Sprint twice in the last 48 hours, and it appears that my phone is working properly. On a side note, I also found out that I am not due for an upgrade until January as I gave my first iphone upgrade to my daughter H, who…Continue
So I had my yearly gyno check up this week. I always approach this day with fear and a sense of dread as do most hypochondriacs. As usual, I enter the waiting area and go right past the shining, youthful faces, bursting with child and the ridiculous notion that their future is bright, and take my place along the wall with the other women over 50, clutching our purses and reading Fosomax brochures.
Thirty minutes later I leave with a prescription for an…
My wedding ring is a newer, bigger, way more obnoxious version of my original, although it does have some history. For many years, my grandparents owned a jewelery store in a small town in New York. When they retired, they went from displaying their jewels in glass cases to wrapping them in wads of toilet paper and hiding them in various places in their apartment. You could sometimes sit on Grandma Evie's maroon lazy boy and look down to find a TP covered diamond brooch poking you in a…Continue