Several times each week, I end up driving Emo Boy to school for some extra help in the mornings, which requires me to actually brush my hair, don sunglasses and hope nobody sees me en route. Even my dog-walking neighbor has learned to schedule his runs around my schedule, so says the fantasy dominatrix in my head. Not that I know anyone I may run over into, but that’s beside the point, I’m only beautiful after 10am and several cups of coffee with Kahlua. Its become a fun little ritual....
Its a little known fact that I actually am girly. I try to avoid the “girl” stuff, because, well, it enters into that area of life where emotions run rampant and my little black heart simply cannot deal. But, I have to admit, I enjoy the make-up, the clothes, the flutters I get from various songs, and the “chick flick” genre. I’m only human. At least once in a while. Rolling around my brain this week, through an onslaught of songs, several drives in the country, a lot...
Yep, I stole that “Wisteria Lane” thing. You’ll be fine, Freakles. How do I begin this saga… with the “playbill” invitation I was given weeks ago announcing this Stepford Block Party, the one I conveniently put under a ton of other papers I’m ignoring? Maybe with the second reminder, much like my HOA dues, that was handed to me by a cute, yet devious child that was not related to me except through dog walking? Regardless of the invitation that even contained...
Well, its been a week. Um, a bad, hectic, draining and shitty week that has provided me with plenty of, well, stress. But, its over. My taxi-driving to and from 2 different camps has ended, and no children were harmed by their day camp experiences. I got paid, I got vodka. Freedom got out of the hospital on Tuesday and spent three days on “basement arrest,” during which he was not allowed to have contact with anyone in the house because they weren’t sure if he had TB or not. He...
This morning, 15 minutes before my alarm went off, Sunshine woke me up to tell me that I didn’t have to get up because she had given the dogs water and cleaned up a mess on the floor. Yeah, ok. I made my way down the stairs, happily surprised by her mess-cleaning effort, started the coffee and dispensed cereal. After unloading the dishwasher, I figured I should take the dogs out so I could enjoy my coffee in relative peace. Be impressed, I’m usually not so functional in the morning....
