Searching through a headache for an idea for a short, utterly fascinating blog. Here is what I came up with – a pirate joke. Q: Where does the pirate with the peg-leg go for breakfast? A: IHOP. Haarrrrrggggh harrrrrggghhh.
Bad Dreams
I wrote a poem once, not one of my favorites, but anyway it was years ago. A young girl, 21, was engaged to one of my employees and became pregnant. In her 8th month, she got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and collapsed. She blocked the door with her…
Thursday Night and Excitement is High
Four years and two weeks ago, I met a conservative young man and we made polite conversation about our recent world travels and the weather. Our conversation has taken a rather more intimate turn in the years since. Him: “Okay, so once you bend over the sink at the proper angle, you insert the…
Arg
Everybody send me some virtual Tylenol, because I am in pain today. Every muscle in my lower body is sore and aching; I’m even experiencing leg cramps for the first time ever. Why? God only knows. Too much sitting, perhaps. My uterus is nipping at me hourly, reminding me “Hey! I’m down here! I’m expanding! …
Gasp
I Didn’t Vote. This is bad. I always vote. Except sometimes, when you don’t get t.v. stations, or the local paper, or work in the local area, you don’t realize that it’s voting day. Until 10pm on voting day, when you catch up on Wonder Women and turn with a furrowed brow to your political…