GROUCHY FAT OLD LADY GOES OOPS

Okay.  I admit it.  I’ve been having a grouchy kind of day.  Just ask my poor suffering husband, he’ll confirm this.  No excuse for it, I just was feeling grouchy. Then I go to order us some Togo sandwiches for dinner (being the homemaking Goddess that I am); and when I go to log in…

STOP MAKING US LOOK LIKE WEATHER PUSSIES

Stop with all the reports about how awful the rain we are having in California is.  Yes, it may lead to mudslides because of fire swept hillsides, yes there may be some flooding.  But when all is said and done. It’s just rain. It’s not a biblical deluge.  It’s not even enough to put a…

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BEER BUDS?

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…

FAT OLD LADY VS. THE MOP

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…