You know you are a bored housewife when you *think* you hear someone touch your screen door, you mute the TV to listen closely, then decide you better go sneak a peek out the blinds in the front room. Just to make sure, you know, no one is coming to get you or anything. Then you go back to write a blog about how pathetically pathetic you are. And then you realize that you are still speaking (or writing, whatever) in third-person, and you’d better do something to redeem yourself.

Look at my way cute kid!
December 2007 030

Advertisements