Once again, Mrs. Biederhof tells it like it is.
Just think: you could have stepped right up and asked if that was her that smelled so good, just so she could give you the brush off and you could complete the karmic cycle. Of course, your luck would have her latching on like a psycho before you got the words "smell so good" out, so maybe not. Nice insight, either way, you rock (or your persona rocks, whichever you prefer).
I'm feeling down in the dumps. Like cold shit, like a turd sandwich 'cause I'm leaning into that spike..but I must say I got a great and hearty laugh from: 'once the junior Mensa crowd had taken possession of their beverages and (and here's the part I loved) clustered together in the corner of the shop like baby chickens under a light bulb'.
Thank you, much needed
Well done.
stumbling upon blogs this great is one of my favourite things to do.
this entry made drinking orange pop and not laughing quite the task.
Oh...I just discover this wonderfully ascerbic and yet somehow sweet spot, and it appears you have not written in so long. I will re-visit just to peruse the archives. Maggie, you haven't disappeared due to finding that "person of interest" and then slowly circling the drain of domestic bliss, have you? Being "happy in love" can take the sarcasm right out of a person, and render you and your super powers temporarily neutralized. Where are you? This "Hallmark" world needs you.
man....I was having a pretty crappy day until i read this blog. The whole part about the kids clustering in the corner like baby chickens under a lightbulb made me laugh out loud.
Thanks babe.
"...baby chickens under a lightbulb..."
*LOL*
First time at your blog, because I was searching for "bitter". Will be back, if you don't mind.
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