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.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Oof!
four loads of laundry, clean sheets on the bed and twenty-three houseplants brought inside. Join me for a singalong?
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