The @#*&% Diet

My girlish figure of yesteryear (Whom I usu’lly ignore) Said, most plaintively, “Tell me, dear, What is it we stand for?” “I speak, you see, of floors and scales, Left groaning down below. I speak of knees and lig’ment wails When standing on our soles.” Surprised, I peered ’round var’yous parts, To ‘xamine scale and toes. … More The @#*&% Diet

The Maid

I always thought I wouldn’t have to clean the house when I grew up. Not ever doing chores again was pretty much the only plan I had for my future. I also planned on having a prestigious career -that wouldn’t have ANY tedious parts to it. This may be why motherhood has failed to engage … More The Maid