My son thinks I pee out of my butt. I don’t. Unless you count that one time when I ate at Waffle House, but that’s disturbing and I’d like to move along. SO. Boychild is really confused about my parts, and I don’t blame him. Genitals are weird and confusing things. When I was young,… Read More Penises and . . . ?
I’m fighting a case of “the sads.” Who wouldn’t be sad for the world? The president is a (fill in the awful blank), black folks keep getting murdered just for existing, and many folks can’t afford groceries or rent. Oh, and there’s STILL A PANDEMIC and PEOPLE ARE DYING. This is depressing sh!t, which is… Read More Pockets
“Skeert” is Southern-speak for “Scared.” We’re all feelin’ pretty skeert these days. … Read More Skeert!
Dear reader, you have no idea how difficult writing this post was. I am naturally a “lowest hanging fruit” sort of joke-maker, and discussing poop is a loaded topic. I could squeeze out bad joke after bad joke for this one! I wanted so badly to dump every idiomatic expression about dookie into this post… Read More Potty Humor
Let’s go back to a magical time- pre-COVID, pre-lockdown, when staying home for three straight days with one’s toddler required taking time off. Commence wavy lines aaaand *blewdlie doop, blewdlie doop, blewdlie doop . . . * Boychild was about to turn 3 and we thought it was finally time to make this whole potty… Read More Potty Training, Part 1
We’re all still alive. The shorthaired cat we call Tootie may die soon. Let me rephrase: I may throw her out a window, where she will escape and be eaten by a badger or a fisher cat. I’d never heard of a fisher cat before moving to Vermont, but now I know that they are… Read More Quarantine, Week Seleventheenth
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