Here’s a tip: when you can’t find a safety pin to attach your toddler’s kitty cat tail, a gold elephant broach that was a souvenir from the 1988 Republican National Convention will work just fine. (Insertion of personal symbolism optional.) It’s Halloween. It is a day of being afraid — not of ghosts and goblins Read More
Dear friends and fans of our Glorious Tricia, Her blog will be most beautiful soon. Please trust our glorious leader, his most gracious, kind and benevolent self who will redeem the design component within the timeframe allotted – in other words – stick around, come back soon. Improvements daily. This is a sample of just Read More
There was my father in his boxer shorts sitting on top of a naked black woman.
I have tried to get the Diva interested in American Girl dolls, but have met with little success, primarily because of her loyalty to a funky little doll we affectionately call Baby-Missing-A-Chromosone. The baby, whose actual name is Cordurory (yes, that’s spelled correctly), was given to her by her Papa six years ago when she Read More
The Pterodactyl wants me to buy him a purse. Obviously he’s gay. Which would explain his fascination with the hair dryer, his weird attachment to anything fuzzy, and his tendency to sing along to Taylor Swift songs. He’s almost five years old and he loves rainbows. Can there possibly be a gayer sign? No, I’m Read More