Seeks a Fun-loving, Middle-aged Woman to Share Long, Romantic Walks on the Beach…

I’m not a Mommy mom anymore. I don’t have little ones drooling cracker juice on my feet while I try to cook. I’m past the poop stories (but Kevin and I are getting older so you never know) and my idea of a play date is when Kevin and I are on one of our trips to Home Depot and I “play” like we’re on a date.

Just Airin' Some Laundry

Kevin has owned his car for almost 5 years and has NEVER let me drive it.

I’m thinking a psychiatrist would have field day with that one.

Quick! Someone call the feminists!

I solemnly swear to tell the truth...

The car place called today. They wanted to know how, on a scale from one to ten (one being terrible, ten being fantastic), I would rate the service during my recent visit.

I quickly began the mental calculations:

To the Girl at the Drive-thru Window:

and then YOU say, “Thank you. Have a nice day!”

Has Anyone Seen My Spine?

People don't listen anymore. And I'm not talking about husbands and children. I'm talking about real people. Like the guy at the car service place. I called to make an appointment to have the oil changed.
“No problem’” he says, “Come in at eleven.”

Okay.