I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
fyi
Ever wonder what happens when a fat housewife puts on size small Playtex gloves to clean her bathroom?
Her fingers fall asleep before she cleans the toilet.
Don't worry, Kristin! You're not alone! My latest blog revolved around my fat fingers! If they were only skinnier, I could walk out of the jewelry store with my ring without them having to size it for me. I could also reach a little farther into the cages at the pet store!
That's why I finally bought one of those wandie things that you throw away after each use. It's flexible, can clean everywhere and my hands don't touch the toilet. Or as they say in the south, "the commode."
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Don't worry, Kristin! You're not alone! My latest blog revolved around my fat fingers! If they were only skinnier, I could walk out of the jewelry store with my ring without them having to size it for me. I could also reach a little farther into the cages at the pet store!
That's why I finally bought one of those wandie things that you throw away after each use. It's flexible, can clean everywhere and my hands don't touch the toilet. Or as they say in the south, "the commode."
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