it's a mother fuckin miracle!
it's comforting to know that miracles can be found in detergent, isn't it?
SPEAKING OF ABORTIONS
Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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Hah!
I have no job, I sponge off my husband, and yet I still can't manage to vacuum more than once a month; and make him dinner? Since he's a computer nerd he doesn't expect much, and he's lucky if he gets a peanut butter sandwich for dinner, washed down with some salt and vinegar chips.
A cooked dinner would be a kitchen miracle.
As for the bedroom miracle, I hear he keeps bringing home bananas and kielbasa knobs...