Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I can't see a difference yet
This morning was a hectic one, and I was darting about feverishly trying to do laundry, bottlefeed tiny kittens, clean litterboxes, feed the parrot, make coffee, water the garden, pack Lola's lunch, etc.., etc... despite a fever and sinus infection causing a pounding headache. As I did this, Lola followed me around, waving a pretend magic wand at my rump and shouting over and over again, "Turn this butt into a fairy!"
Posted by the Drunken Housewife at 8:53 PM
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If the wand works - please let us know. I want one, too!
I'd love to turn one of my body parts into piles of cash - large bills!
You have a parrot? I don't recall you blogging about this.
Couldn't she wave her wand over my butt and say, "turn this fat into muscle?"
THAT is something that would really be helpful.
While she's at it, maybe she can try waving her wand over my tummy and making it flast, like a washboard!
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