Because every morning when I get the birds out of their sleep room, Captain (my Amazon parrot) and CB (a bare eyed cockatoo who is the love of his life) have sex down on their main perch for all to see. Since they are different species, this will amount to nothing more than sterile eggs laid by CB. But oh the look of bliss on their faces as they have their morning delight. It’s nice to know that someone or something in this house is having sex, I guess.
A grooming tip
Always put hair product in your hair BEFORE you cream your hands. Trust me on this.
Question that must be asked
How was popcorn discovered? I mean, who thought to through some corn into a fire, watch it explode and then taste it? Ancient man was daring indeed.
It’s simply not fair
Excuse me, but I just have to say this. Darn that Sarah Palin! And believe me, when that phrase first popped into my head, darn was not necessarily the euphemism that came with it. I know life is not necessarily fair, but this is ridiculous. I look more pregnant when I’m constipated than Palin looks two months before delivery. Where is the fairness in that? I have friends who swear they looked more pregnant seven minutes after conception than she does now.
This woman was doing shoots for Vogue magazine when she was at least four or five months pregnant,
It’s always the same picture
The politician’s faithful wife by his side, her face pulled into an unreadable expression, as he admits to indiscretions, to cheating on their marriage. As he publicly humiliates her yet again, there she stands, by his side in the same picture we have of so many wives. Now it’s Mrs.Spitzer’s turn. And I wonder why one of these wives doesn’t just look their husband in the eye and say, “Screw you. Go out there and face the music yourself. It’s your music. Not mine.”
For all you who are waiting
For all you who are awaiting my reaction to the fact that our governor is seven months pregnant and had to tell us because she still wasn’t showing, be patient. This week’s column should answer all your questions. Meanwhile, all you ladies should feel free to eat ALL the leftover Valentine candy in your house and any Christmas candies you find between the couch pillows. It is simply the healthiest first response to this announcement.
OPEC…you gotta love them!
Am I the only one who finds it funny that even OPEC won’t listen to George Bush? In case you missed it, they refused to up their output despite his request based on the theory that he screwed up the American economy and there was no reason for them to rescue him. Yep, you know your reputation in America really sucks when even OPEC is dissing you and no one defends you from them.
Ok, I admit it
When it comes to George Clooney I am absolutely a limp noodle. It must be the Italian in him. God I hate being part of the crowd.
When I want to crash right into them
Thank god I am a civilized person. I was waiting to turn left and traffic was just about to break to let me in. Except for one car that was traveling slower than all other traffic and was weaving a little too. Sure enough, when the driver got close enough for me to see, she was on a cell phone while leaning over to the passenger’s side like she was looking for something in the glove compartment. And all I could think was that she was very lucky I didn’t just crash my car into her in anger and frustration.
Silence is golden
A friend and I recently had an e-mail exchange about silence versus…well, anything that makes noise. He went through a great deal of trouble to find a portable radio that meets his living and exercising needs. Exercising is also his excuse for owning an iPod. I don’t own an iPod. Or a Blackberry…in fact, I’m still not even sure what a Blackberry is. I’ll figure that out as soon as I figure out what Blue Tooth means. Anyhow, I realized that I really am different from the majority of people in that I seek and crave silence. When I walk,