"Hi... my name is Motherhussy..."
(thought you needed some help with your blog....)
So what does it mean when a beautiful, young, clever mother of two bright and comedic boys, living in California and who has just over the weekend entertained her brother, his wife and their two adorable children.... what does it mean when she "apparently" has nothing to blog about? Is she just ignoring her blogging community who have grown dependant on her witty script? Has she left us to having to resort to search for scraps of talent in the cold outer fringe of the blogworld? Answers. I want Answers.
Would you still love me if...
you found out that sometimes all I make for dinner is microwave popcorn that I made you eat with a knife and fork?
Just wondering.
A New Focus
I think I have found a subject which offers a wealth of infinite writing material...it is:
Gluttony in My Place of WorkStay tuned!
Saturday Night Poem Sunday Night
Death is
muffled voices
behind closed doors
duct tape
over tight lips
tip toes
across floor boards
shhhhhhhhhhhignored.
Clarity
As I manically shoved the wadded up cash into my mouth, I thought to myself, perhaps there is a
small chance I have issues when it comes to dealing with money. I didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, as I had to direct my full attention as to where I was going to spit the money out before I gagged on it.
