Today Doug reamed at two neighborhood boys for building a fort in our drainage pipe, leaving behind a trail of juice boxes and old newspapers. Exactly how long have I been married to the “Get Out of My Drainage Pipe” guy? Trick-or-treaters, enter our lawn at your own risk…
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
Look at those guys. They’re totally staring at me.
Nothing makes a woman feel more desirable than running her kid’s bike past a construction crew, wind blowing through her hair Baywatch style, and leaving them staring in her wake—not because they want her number, but because she runs funny.
All talked out
Oh, Sharon, Julie, Sara, Holly, Leah, Marissa. Do we need another version of “The View”? Ladies, let’s end this, before the men join in and decide there’s not enough Rushes, Regises or Dr. Phils.
Another course of action is necessary.
After a second round of antibiotics in the past two months, Daisy’s ear infection is still going strong. The cost of each round of ten pills: $56. It’s time for a new course of action. Every day from now on, I’ve decided to stuff a $5 bill in her mouth. That way, I can feel like I just screwed myself, rather than by the doggie pharmaceutical industry. Who knows? Maybe the fiber in paper money might do her some good.