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  • The Washcloth

     
    I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.


      Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
      that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just
      packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am.

      The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time
      to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over
      hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able
      to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas,
      wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a
      quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw
      the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the
      car and raced to my appointment.

      I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.

      Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
      looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in
      Paris or some other place a million miles away.

      I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra
      effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.

      After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

      The rest of the day was normal...some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.
      After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from
      the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
      another one from the cupboard.

      She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
      glitter and sparkles saved inside it."

  • i'm doing something

    i'm in the volunteer, help kind of mood.  not only that, it's been on my mind for a while now...to do something. 
    so this is what i'm doing.  i'm volunteering at Revlon Run/Walk For Women on May 10.

    Help Me

  • unbe's featured question


    have you ever needed to go to the bathroom (#2) while you're in the middle of the road or on your way to work, feeling like it will come out any second?

    what do you do when the businesses or stores around you doesnt open for another 2 hours or so, what would you do?

  • so hooked on Phoenix Wright, right now!

    I finished the first 2 series of Wright.
    anyway, you should play it; it's cool!!!

  • DIVORCE LETTER

    Dear Wife:

    I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.  These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw.  Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.  You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife.  Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.

    Your EX-Husband

    P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!

    ******

    Dear Ex-Husband,

    Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.  I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment.  And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.  About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still l on them, and I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning.

    After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.  I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted.
    My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a dime from me. So take care.

    Signed,
    Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell and Free!

    P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.