The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
I hope he is packing his wrench.
by Regis Boff
One parent cannot successfully raise children unless that parent forgoes the ownership of major appliances. A working parent can, of course, love their child, and receive love in return, but there is no way to juggle the regular necessity of remaining at home all day waiting for a repairman to arrive. I understand perfectly why 78% of the women of my mother’s generation had sex with plumbers. The level of tearful gratitude that is reached when they do arrive is very arousing. I am waiting for my dishwasher guy to show up. I hope he is packing his wrench.