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 14, 2013
the bartender has cut me off
Today I took some foster kittens in to get booster shots.
"I want to keep this one," I artlessly confided to the head of my rescue.
"Well, I'm sure you can't," she said dismissively.