Weird things I’ve learned, or at least noticed today. I had no idea how many photos of me were at my grandmothers house. No wonder people thought I was her daughter, not granddaughter. She had at least as much tomato sauce. DH she liked as much as spices. Yeah, he really rates. 24 acrylic frames. [...]
You gotta let your freak flag fly. I know what is wrong with you: You’ve been watching loud, flamboyant, firefighter sex on tv. Mommies cook and sew and take care of little children. Daddies make their own beer.
This is absolutely hysterical.
My grandmother is very ill. But mainly in the physical sense. Her personality is still quite well. Today at the hospital she recognized me as me (mostly), and managed to pass all the cognitive tests the case worker gave and lied about being able to clean, cook, and care for herself without assistance. Although not [...]
Turns out Woodchuck is an animal. All this time I’ve been calling Woodchuck Draft Cider, Woodcock Hard Cider. A woodcock is a sporting device, like a shuttlecock. Sounds pervy doesn’t it? Right. This is my punishment for making fun of my father unmercifully for years for getting the name of absolutely everything wrong. I mocked [...]
