Once, while moving from Texas to Washington, my dad told me, the fragile 13 year old leaving everythying she’d ever known, that home is where your crap is. It was my first large move and I thought he was on crack. Of course, every thirteen year old thinks her parents are ALWAYS on crack.
And some of ‘em are.Read more
When do we lose the ability to say No? Why is it that my 17 month old already mastered the skill and ability to make her priorities and I, the “grown-up” can’t? It’s a doosy here at the Flinger’s house. “Want to take a nap?” “NO” “Want to eat?” “NO!” “Want to watch Elmo?” “NO NO NO!”
‘Cept she means yes. Ah, well, she’s working on it.
Still, I wish I had her ability to make decisions. I often find myself in positions to say no. If I knew what was good for my... Read more
Helloooooo. Hi, how’s it going? I sure did miss y’all. How ‘bout I start out with a complaint…
Verizon is currently on my shit list. I’ve had two recorded messages per day saying my Internet is ready to go and to use the installation kit that came via UPS to activate it. (I really should’ve listened to the “UPS” part before I tacked the FedEx guy yesterday in my maternity camisole and sweat pants and accused him of hating the likes of a lonely, not-Wisteria-lane housewife who is still just as desperate if not as pretty.) ... Read more