Sex is kinda like that race between the tortoise and the hare.
. . . Except that as many times as the hare slows down to let the tortoise catch up, he usually wins the . . . → Read More: A Poignant Observation
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As in, “I wonder what they were thinking.” Long ago I learned to accept that women’s apparel is neither sensible nor functional. Secretly, I believe that these clothes are designed by men who continually come up with more and more ridiculous garments in the hopes that ladies everywhere will reach the peak of their frustration and swear . . . → Read More: Winter Wardrobe Wonderland Ok, it’s like this. I am about 5′3″. Maybe 5′4″. In no uncertain terms, this means that I am, in fact, short. Yes, I am aware of it. I am conscious of my not-tallness. And while it is very nice of you to point out this detail to me and wait expectantly for me to revere your . . . → Read More: On the Subject of Being Short At one time during my childhood, my mother, siblings, and I used to regularly attend Sunday service. With that weekly dose of holiness, my mother was certain that her children were oozing purity from every pore. My brother was whipping my sister in the head with a pussy willow on the drive home from church one . . . → Read More: Kids Do Say the Darndest Things Mom was never really fond of yard work. To be honest, there were parts of the backyard where she’d prefer never to venture. But after Dad’s second back surgery, all of the physically strenuous chores became her responsibility. She would have been glad for help, but her children were still far too young for hard physical . . . → Read More: The Lawn Mower Up the Tree Story |
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