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5
Dec 10

The Fighting Vaginas

me to dana: “that is such good news – i’ll drink to that… no, really, i will.”

BFFA: “do you swing?”

me: ” i never have , but i’m not opposed to it.”

BFFA: “see, this is why i love you,”

the BFFA & i have just passed an important milestone in our relationship – our first menstrual cycle together.

i am really worried i am one vodka tonic away from hooking up with a chick.

adult cereal should have adult prizes like mini bottles of booze, a sleeve of vicodin, a shot glass, The Bullet, or 2 double a batteries.

during my senior year of college, i was all set to go to grad school to become a psychologist and then i realized something really important: i really don’t give a shit about other people’s problems.

mikey w. “the new chick canceled on me for tonight. should i try to get last night’s chick to blow me?”

me: “you could or maybe you could let your dick dry out for one night.”

the BFFA’s bday is before mine which means i have to set the birthday celebration bar. naturally, it will be extremely high, expensive, & excessive.

three things i will never do myself: clean my house, paint my toenails, and put air in my tires.

i don’t understand how can i be turning 40 this year when i still have nightmares about forgetting my locker combination.

me: “i promise to behave.”

BBFA: “according to who’s standards? yours are pretty low.”

richard simmons may sweat to the oldies, but i sweat to the hotties.

BBFA: “you’re still bitter about your divorce.”

me: “not at all. i am thrilled about the divorce-  it’s the 17 years that preceded it that i am bitter about.”

i am so laid back because i lay back…

fall is here – make sure you clean your yard and and trim that hedge.

BFFA: “that’s why i like you – you get all my jokes and think they are funny.”

me: “so, you’re just using me for my comedy?”

BFFA: “no, i am using you for your body.”

me: “oh. okay, then.”

i think one of the secrets to maintaining a lasting relationship is proper personal grooming: it’s hard to say “i love you” with a pubic hair stuck to the back of your throat.

i am so excited about being an aunt that i have decided to pay for my nephews’ education – they can go to the best bartending school in the country and i will even personally set them up with apprenticeships when they graduate.

BFFA: “at what age can you stop shaving your balls?”

me: “when you stop wanting blow jobs.”

lor on dating: “new relationships are like crack in the beginning, but eventually the negatives come out. it can’t be orgasms all the time.”

if you are an adult man wearing a backpack it’d better be for 1 of 2 reasons: 1. you are “special.” 2. you lost your sherpa. otherwise, you are just really creepy.

BFFA: “do you recycle?”

me: “only my men.”

it never fails, i always leave something behind when i jet the next morning -  my self respect.

i’m convinced the scale at the gym is rigged to make you think you’re heavier than you are so you will never let your membership expire.

BFFA: “is that all you want from me – sex?”

me: “pretty much.”

BFFA: ” i am the chick here.”

mikey w: “i’m 38.  finding a woman my age without kids is like finding a fucking unicorn.”

my pussy totally smells like tuna – well,  i ran out of cat food and i had to feed him something.

i think i will start my own female football team. i will call it The Fighting Vaginas. the team color will be red and the mascot will be a giant tampon.

the next bitch who comes into the bathroom at work and says, “full house!” is getting nailed with the stall door.

have vodka will travel

the nephews are really cute – i’m looking forward to all of their developmental milestones like crawling, walking, &  mixing drinks.

one of my pre-set stations on my car radio turned into a country music station overnight. shouldn’t they have to give you 2 weeks notice?

me: “come to my place tomorrow. p. nut would love to see you.”

BFFA: “it’s always about your pussy, isn’t it?”

no matter how hard you scrub the next day, you ain’t gettin’ off the stank of regret.

if you’re gonna cook in my kitchen, make sure you preheat my oven.

love means never having to say, ‘”where are my pants?’

you don’t feeling like shaving? that’s ok. i don’t feel like waxing my mustache.

send me home sore or don’t bother.

i never stand on ceremony – unless it will make me appear taller.

i like those memory foam mattresses, but i wonder if they leave evidence. like will it remember me the next time i come over or worse – have the impression of some others chick’s body on it?

vets could really increase revenue by doing a twofer special: bring your pet in to be fixed, get your husband done for free.

among the fondest memories of my childhood, was the time i discovered the speeds on the shower massager had little do with showering and much more to do with massaging.

shame is like the stench after being sprayed by a skunk – you can try all sorts of things to get rid of it, but it generally just has to wear off in it’s own time.

true story: in the restroom at the 2o year HS renuinon,  i ran into one of the snotty twats from hs who still wouldn’t say hello, so i told her that she is still a bitch.

one of the best days of my life was june 21, 2009: not only were the divorce papers signed and the asshat moved out, but i called my ex-monster-in law a cunt to her face. twice.

BFFA: “i’m not wearing a belt.”

me: “i’m not wearing underwear.”

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23
May 10

part 2: noodle straps

9 year old on her vitamin: “it tastes like a dog’s throw-up that a monkey swallowed and then pooped.”

me to 6 yr old: “hey, what’s that on your tush?”

6 yr old, “nothing. you just want to squeeze it for fun.”

me to girls while looking at a flyer: “hey we should go see this show.”

6 yr old: “i am already going to see it with daddy.”

9 yr old: “yeah, and i don’t want to see it. it’s for ages to 5-8 and i am almost a tween. u know, a tweenager? that’s what they call it these days.”

joke written by 9 year old. she has warned me not to “plagiarize,” therefore it is reprinted here with her permission:

what did the client say about the hairdresser?

she is nice and easy-combing.

9 year old: “she said that i could babysit when she has a baby, but that won’t be for awhile because he hasn’t popped the question yet.”

9 year old: “what is the weather supposed to be tomorrow?” me: “i’m not sure. we need to check when we get home.” 6 year old: ” it will either be warm or cold.”

me to 9 year old: “are you sure you want to sleep with such a warm blanket?” 9 year old: “yes. i get cold even though my personality is warm.”

grandmother to 6 year old,” ok. let’s turn the light off for bed time.” 6 year old: “no, leave it on.” grandmother: “how are you going to get to sleep with such a bright light on?” 6 year old: “i will turn it off when i fall asleep.”

upon learning a couple is going to have a baby who is not currently married, 9 year old asks,” isn’t that illegal?”

9 year old: “mommy, take that backpack off the counter. this is where we eat and we are going to get germs in our food and get sick. we will get what they call the H1N1 Influenza they have been telling us about in school.”

one morning, i accidentally turned off my alarm instead of hitting snooze and woke the girls up for school a wee bit late. since we were rushed, 9 year old sprung into action to help me get both girls ready. when i got downstairs, she was busy making lunch for her sister and said to me, “you had to have another one?”

scene: double play date at my house

6 year old and her pal decided to paint their nails without asking me. i wasn’t pleased and muttered to myself that they “dragged all the nail polish downstairs to the basement”  within ear shot of 9 year old & her pal. the friend misunderstood & asked incredulously, “she drank all the nail polish?” to which i replied, “no dragged it.” and 9 year old added, “yeah, she’s 6, not mentally retarded.”

9 year old consoling 6 year old: “it’s just a fly. nothing to be scared of. it’s only 3 letters.”

how the tooth fairy got hustled

9 year old: “make sure you tell the tooth fairy about my tooth, so she leaves me a gift.”

me: “didn’t you tell me that you don’t believe in the tooth fairy anymore?”

9 year old: “no, i do.”

me: “okay then.”

next morning after collecting her loot:

9 year old “i know you’re the tooth fairy.”

me: “but last night you told me you believed in the tooth fairy.”

9 year old: ” i know. i just said that to get the money.”

me: “oh, i see.”

9 year old adding insult to injury: “also, it’s not that i don’t appreciate the “fairy dust” and all, but could she use a little less? it’s all over my bed & i have to change my sheets now.”

9 year old walking past plum tree in front yard: “i can smell the plummy goodness.”

6 year old to 9 year old: “you can teach me spanish.” 9 year old: “let’s just leave that to dora.” [the explorer]

6 year old: “this week is ‘poem in your pocket’ week. i have to rememberize a poem.”

6 year old: “there are different parts of your tongue for tasting different things. this part here is for butter.”

after observing meal laid out upon the table, 9 year old to grandmother: “you really know how to put together a dinner.”

9 year old discussing a friend: “she misses a lot of school. she is going to end up in the street with credit card debt and invalid health insurance.”

note in my lunch from 9 year old on a morning i had an upset stomach before leaving for work: “dear mom, i love you. stick it out.”

6 year old singing lyrics that say come closer: “get cole slaw”

grandmother to 9 year old: “3 lion cubs were born in a zoo the other day.” 9 year old, “who’s the lucky couple?”

9 year old: “hello, loser.”

6 year old: “hello, idiot.”

9 year old. “touche.”

9 year old: “she [6 year old] can sleep in my room in her sleeping bag.”

me: “well, i really don’t want her to sleep on the floor.”

9 year old: “no, in the sleeping bag in my bed. it contains her – she kicks.”

while cat-sitting my mother’s kitty, 6 year old was beckoning the cat to follow her up the stairs which prompted 9 year old to admonish, “he’s a cat, not a seeing eye dog.”

9 year old & i had the pleasure of watching a puppet show performed by 6 year old in which one of the characters became extremely wild and had to be “disciplined” by 6 year old. 9 year old turned to me and said, “you will have to excuse him [the puppet], he’s on medication.”

6 year old: “mommy, i can’t wear this shirt to school tomorrow. it has noodle straps” me:”ok, but i think you mean spaghetti straps.”

9 year old: “why would a cleaning product be called bleck?” me (barely containing my laughter):”that’s bleach.”

among other items i had put out for bulk collection week were 2 female dress forms – one black and one white. upon discovering that scavengers had taken the white one, but not the black one, 9 year old exclaimed, “how racist!.”

quote from 6 year old’s mother’s day project: “my mom is: as pretty as a flower and a unicorn.” that is the highest compliment i have ever received.

9 year old: “when i am an adult, i am going to have a purse & shoes to match every outfit.” me: “well, my work here is done.”


make mine extra dirty, please.

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