outsidevoice

When jokingly asked to do the dishes because Mommy and Daddy are too damned tired, say, "No.  I’m not the Mommy." I’m not sure if I should be offended or touched. Share

First, let me just say that I am writing after ONE glass of badly chosen white wine.  (Such a cheap date you wouldn’t believe… unless you met Husband.)  This is a great way to write an entry. Speaking of wine, Husband and I went out for my birthday (a wee bit early) Saturday night in [...]

People?  The Fluftagus?  I love her.  Really I do.  She’s sweet and scrappy and neurotic and furry.  But her ass?  It can clear a room. There is nothing – NOTHING – like puppy farts. NUH-THING. Oh, my G-d!  I guess her stomach couldn’t overcome the combination of Science Diet, grass and whatever else she gets [...]