Friday, April 30, 2010


The Bad Moms Club alerted me to this challenge: motherhood in six words or less. It being laundry day here at the voodoo bungalow, I had my response ready:

So many little socks. All singles.

How is this even possible?

"Bleach could not possibly whiten these." (aside: Who told Calvin Klein to make WHITE boy panties? Seriously, what kind of numbnuts makes tighty whities for the under-8 set? I shall say no more on the subject.)

"Lips say NO. Eyes say PINOT."


  1. "That's nice. Where's my Salty Dog?"

  2. I am a sock Nazi. I keep a real tight ship with those buggers. At least once a month I find them and reunite them, otherwise I start hyperventilating.