Perfect

I was reading tumblr (did I spell that right?) and came across this: and the funniest thing happened:  on my desk  there are no books. At all. Nada. Not even a phone book. Which, as they say, is a fucking perfect description of my sex life.

coping

I’m thinking today of the phrase “Make the best of a bad situation.” It seems right now that’s all I can do. I can’t even write about why I’m so frustrated right now. This morning my son treated me to such screaming, yelling, arm-waving and name-calling that would make a sailor blush. All because I […]

oh, that

Me: “I’ll make dinner.” Her: “It’s Father’s Day.” Me: “Oh, please, it’s not like I’m up for Father of the Year.”