Rants, ramblings, raves of a woman who blames everything from road rage to undercooked pork chops on a hormone imbalance.
So now, Soccer Moms are out and Hockey Moms are in? That's okay, I was never a Soccer Mom to begin with. It would've meant having kids who actually ran. Or at least jogged. Okay, moved off the couch. The closest I came was when I hollered at Pinot & Grigio to put down the remote and pick up their rooms. They got up and shut the door.
posted by danielle schaaf @ 8:53 AM
I'm the coauthor of Don’t Chew Jesus! and author of Holy Bones, Limbo, and Jesus in My Cheetos humor books about my Catholic upbringing. I also write humor columns and comedy shows around a snarky, woman named Haute Flash Contessa.
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2 Comments:
My mother used to insist that the parts of my room visible from the hallway were clean, at least. Bummer that my room was at the end of the hall and visible from the front door.
I live by that rule, too. Nothing upstairs is visible from downstairs. All the unfolded laundry stacked on the stairwell do a great job of blocking the view.
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