I don’t like beer. No I really really don’t like beer – it’s nasty. To me, it tastes like dirty underwear smells (and please, let’s not pretend we all don’t know what dirty underwear smells like – everyone has from time to time been in the presence of funky undies). My Dad used to tell…
I would like to work for the airlines. No, I don’t want to be Ms. Coffee, Tea, or Me – to have that kind of job, you should not be wider than the drink trolley. The jobs I want, sadly, do not exist – but they should, and I would be perfect for any of…
First off, I HATE housework. I am my mother’s child. Her motto was “Go ahead and write your name in the dust, just don’t put the date.” Word’s to live by, and I have. My house is a reflection of this attitude. Not filthy, but never sparkling clean – maybe, comfortably grubby would be the…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 