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…
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 