Nobody ever really knows the truth, do they? Every story has two sides, minimum. Unless you live under a rock, you've heard the story about the three little pigs and the big bad wolf. Or so you think. Poor little piggies had their houses blown down by the big, bad, mean, stinky, old, raggedy wolf?... Continue Reading →
"Well, said Nancy, "how about Roger?"
"Baby, any name you pick, if those little pests want to tease you, they'll figure something cruel to say...."
Brain:...O.k., next up, I just want to, once again, draw your attention to the four baskets of laundry waiting to be folded.
Me: Yeah, I saw them. My eyes work just fine. I choose to ignore them for the time being.
Doris woke up, immediately shut her eyes again, and heaved a heavy, weary sigh. Today was not going to be a good day. Most weren't, but today especially. She sat up slowly, making sure not to move the bed too much so that mister over there, who was snoring as usual, wouldn't wake up. She... Continue Reading →
She looked at her living room floor. It looked like war had been waged here (a battle of toys to end all battles)...
Do you enjoy being drenched in the stench of poop all day long?
Do you enjoy walks around the block in the wee hours of the morning?...
"Lisa Mae, I need you to run over to Miss Davis' house and ask her to borrow a bowl of sugar."
"Did you mean a cup momma?"
"If I wanted a cup of sugar, I'd be asking for a cup. No, a bowl, a bowl of sugar child, pay attention, I am in no mood.
She looked at the pile of cups, plates and half-used utensils that she had been ignoring for two days and felt herself die a little. "Am I the only adult with two functioning hands in this house?" she thought. "Doesn't this bother him?" Apparently, her husband could care less and she would, once again, be... Continue Reading →