Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
I am restless tonight. I don't know what I want, but I want something other than a Saturday night with pizza rolls and the computer or a book or a bath.