Clutz

Take away my diamonds, my pearls, my gold and my silver. Banish me to the ugly world of no jewelry. I don’t deserve to wear pretty things.

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The Dancing Queen(s)

Carpooled to work today with Billie Joe Armstrong and the rest of the Green Day bunch, and was busy belting out Holiday as loud as I could without shattering the windshield when I happened to glance in my rearview mirror. In a white minivan behind me sat two Salvation Army folks. I know about Sal Army folks because I volunteered for them back in the day (coerced by a pushy neighbor, so it wasn’t entirely altruistic).

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Human Resources

What do you do when you put a troublesome employee through two very good (and very expensive) customer training courses, coaching and guiding along the way, and the end result is that the only thing the employee gains from said training is the conviction that she really is great at her job? When, really, she’s quite horrible at it. And not only is she incapable of seeing that (much less changing her attitude about it), but now she has an inflated sense of worth and contribution.

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Look, Ma! No cavities!

When your husband is gone on a business trip, many things occur to you. Things such as, “Wow, caring for a child alone is hard.” And, “Lift with your knees next time you take out the trash, you stupid idiot.”

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Forgot to tell you

Yesterday I saw more trucksticles. Silver ones this time. Hangin’ loose. Hangin’ low. On a big silver truck. It’s always nice to coordinate your genitalia to your car, don’t you think?

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Season Premiere

You know what really, really blows? To wait, all summer long, for your favorite show to come back on the air, because they left you hanging, waiting and wondering and speculating as to what on earth could possibly happen when finally, finally, the season premiere comes on and by the end…you’re really no further along than at the beginning of summer.

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