Category Archives: Humor
In Search of The Lost Blog Post
Last night I dreamed about a perfect blog post. In my dream, I was thinking to myself what a wonderful blog post! Surely, it will be one of my best. It made perfect sense. It was witty. It was timely. It was so good. Then I woke up. I remembered that I was dreaming of …
What’s Your Name, Little Girl? or An Ode to Ilo
I learned early in life to answer to anything that vaguely resembled my name.
The Virgin Mary, Good Drugs, and the “C” Word
Next year I will turn sixty. Which pisses me off a little. When you turn sixty people start to treat you differently. Especially your health insurance provider and doctors, who start sending you reminders to get a flu shot, a Hep C test, a shingles shot, blah, blah, blah. Obviously you are approaching a turning …
Online Dating:Who Ya Gonna Call?
Have you noticed all the specialized dating web sites available now? There are sites for single parents, single Jews, single Blacks, single Christians, single Seniors, single professionals, just about every kind of single. And of course, there are even “dating sites” for non-singles. The latter have naughty sounding names like Hush Affairs, Discreet Encounters and …
House Cleaning, Christmas Miracles, and The Wonderful World of The Old Man’s Imagination
My husband does believe in some things that I KNOW don’t exist. Like dishwashers that actually scrub a cheese omelet encrusted pan clean …
Christmas Television Viewing: Who’s the Grinch in Charge of Programming?
in lieu of getting drunk and throwing up on the Christmas tree, bring on the flicks!
F Bombs, Soap and Water, and Cleaning Up a Dirty Mouth
I’m not like other women. I tend to avoid girly activities like lingerie parties, pedicures and spa days. I’ve had one manicure in 57 years. My girly sister treated me to it so I would be presentable at her son’s wedding. And Spa days seem so upper class, the kind of thing Paris Hilton might …
Purse Theft
I don’t want to steal anybody’s money, credit cards, identity or lipstick. I just want to steal their purses.
The Old Man and The Sea of $#!%
I spent several hours out in the old man’s shop today. I’ve been trying to avoid the place as much as possible the last couple of years. My typical trip down the drive to the shop is made in order to access the extra fridge we keep out there. Right by the door. So I …
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