Monthly Archives: August 2016

Transvestite Time

Last night I walked into my daughter’s room and saw a sight out of The Bird Cage- my son was wearing her bra and panties- with a hair extension and makeup. Naturally, I took a photo after the initial shock … Continue reading

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99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall

Here is just a smidgen of the thoughts that wake me from a light sleep- around 4am…. Maybe my office needs another lamp. Or, I could get those Christmas lights… I wonder if I should get the plain white bulbs … Continue reading

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Turn Away From The Light

I know, give me a dental mirror and I am all of the sudden, a cavity expert. The other evening, I was examining one of my molars that was very sensitive when I ate- and I saw gray. Now, I … Continue reading

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Proactive

A friend of mine sells R&F and gives me samples all the time- so naturally, I use it. My skin- so I am told, appears more even toned. In fact, often my sister will ask if I am wearing any … Continue reading

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It May Look Like A Rose… But Does It Smell Like One?

This year hubby went overboard while planting vegetables for my garden- mostly with the mint and the basil. In fact, there is so much of both that he must think I manufacture gum in the basement or that I’m Mrs. Ragu, the … Continue reading

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The 5 Times Rule

Today while playing 5/18 rounds of miniature golf, my sweaty and hot crew decided they needed water. Now, they “didn’t need” water before we left the house for this particular reason, but I digress. I got my kids two overpriced … Continue reading

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Beep Beep, Yeah Beep Beep

We have an oversized bathroom- and with that comes magnified sounds. So when I am asleep and hubby decides to blow his nose closest to the bedroom, this is my reaction…

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Good Morning, Good Mooor’nin

When my children wake me early in the morning- or G-forbid wake the child who was up the latest, I have a road rage like reaction. I know I should be grateful for another morning alive- and curious when that … Continue reading

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Smooshed

This morning my daughter was pushing against me in the bed- which pushed me into my son- much like the cars to the camps and I noticed that my boobs, which while standing land around hip level, were like snack … Continue reading

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OCD

The other night my son kept getting out of bed to wash his hands- he doesn’t like being dirty/sticky. Not wanting to draw too much attention to my already panicked face, we went to sleep. The next morning I casually … Continue reading

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