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.
Friday, February 13, 2009
I think I'm dying. I'm beginning to hallucinate about Kohler tubs and deliveries of mountains of free bath products.
Just ask me--I'll tell you the passwords, the secret recipes, the name of the mole, anything.