|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Why I Don't Have to Feel Guilty
Because on Friday night, when I was so tired I thought I'd drop dead, I trundled the kid over to Quiznos for dinner, Best Buy to look at all the "stuff", and Borders Bookstore to look at other "stuff".
Because on Saturday, when it was too hot to ride the train into Studio City, and I'd much rather have been camped out on my sofa with an ice tea in one hand and the remote in the other, soft breeze blowing through the open sliding glass door - I schlepped the kid to the mall to look at the "stuff" and then sat through "The Punisher" (and believe me, it WAS), munching on popcorn and candy.
So, today, when I told her I wasn't going to drive 40 minutes to the nearest Forest Lawn Cemetary, so she could commune with the dead for God knows how long, because I needed to do a couple of selfish things like laundry, grocery shopping and house cleaning - not to mention my mother called and wants her toenails cut - I started to feel a bit guilty for not entertaining the fruit of my loins - for about a minute...
April 25, 2004
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|