Death by food poisoning was circa 2005. I was still married at that time so to set the scene, it was 11 pm-ish, the kids are asleep, James is downstairs watching TV (or porn or playing video games), and I was lying on my back on the couch in our darkened living room, crying softly… Read More The Barf of Redemption
Cheeky had a little catnip before playtime and the last face she makes here titled this video “That Friday night moment when your head flings back with rage and you scream at the couch, ‘Bitch, you did not just do that!’” I think we’ve all been there.
[2016] The first coat I “stole” this year: black, enormous, hideous, belonged to James; acquired when he mistakenly included it in the three bags of the girls’ dirty laundry he dropped off into my entryway last December; naturally I kept it, and wore it right in front of him several times, because piss off, douche:… Read More Stolen coats
