Your husband is telling you to get off the damn computer. I’m fucking psychic.

This was supposed to be posted on Sunday but I was busy with the Zombie Apocalypse and gardening.  Kidding. I don’t garden.  And now…the weekly wrap-up:

    This week on my sex column (which is satirical and relatively safe for work if your boss isn’t a douche-canoe):

    This week on the internets:

    This week on Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle:

    This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:

    45 thoughts on “Your husband is telling you to get off the damn computer. I’m fucking psychic.

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    1. When I cash in and get my millions, I might decide to have a kept woman, and one of the ways I bet she’ll like to be kept is to have a tights budget the size of that 365-days-one-dress chick’s tights budget. I’ll be happy to buy her all the tights she desires. She’ll probably even have enough left over to buy more than one dress. Living large, a rainbow of tights. Sigh.

    2. My husband is ALWAYS telling me to get off the computer. I have tried to convince him that now that I work for a newspaper, it is all “research”. Although his interest was piqued when he saw zombie apocalypse. We spend more time than normal discussing that.
      .-= Amy Mayfield´s last blog ..Take with Food =-.

    3. that’s pretty weirdly coincidental because i *just* spent the afternoon writing the poem “A Blessing” by James Wright all over my stomach and thighs. yes, i have done this kind of thing before (*ahem*daily) yes, i do look like a mental patient. and yes, damn it, i DO feel better, but maybe that’s just the ink seeping into my bloodstream? is ink kind of like crack? is that why i can’t stop writing on myself with sharpies? ah shit. do they have a Sharpies Anonymous?
      oh wait. hold on. i have to go save the cereal box from my carb-loving, bread-stealing, cardboard-chewing, cereal-eating cat. whose name is Booger. appropriately.
      .-= Anise´s last blog ..i wrote a beautiful post about oedipus rex and lost it in half-sleep. so, a shitty replacement. a shitty outpouring of the still-frozen heart. =-.

    4. Dammit. You do this when I have 25% battery power, I’m staying with my parents, and I actually have a ton of shit I have to do.
      Also, can you please stop eavesdropping on my conversations with my husband?
      It’s just really awkward when he has a semi.

    5. “nancy-dicked anuswatcher “

      Now, you see, that one I can’t use. I would just hate to start an anuswatching trend inadvertently. I have had two children, and…well…this t-shirt says it best ==> http://www.zazzle.ca/i_ripped_mommy_a_new_one_tshirt-235578912052272491. Eyes off the anus, thanks!

      Anyway, I thought the bed sheet was one of those cool maxi dress things that were all the rage at some point in time. I tried to wear one but at 5’1” I couldn’t quite carry it off… I blame Eva Longoria for the change room humiliation (apparently being 145 lbs vs. 94 makes some sort of difference…live and learn). Clearly you are “one of those” lucky ladies who can throw anything on and look great. I stick on a high-end maxi dress and look like someone shrunk me with a potion.

      I enjoyed the interview article. I will try to take to heart the advice about getting started blogging. I admit that I am freaked out by the whole blogging community—the mom bloggers specifically. I think for the same reason I was always terrified by the prospect of joining women at playgroups etc. (surely they can see I have no idea what I’m doing—I’d pretend I was the aunt but they keep calling me MOM.)

    6. My favourite so far is “tiny-loined anuscowboy”. I really need somewhere to use it, now.

    7. I loved the Swedish chef.. now I am forever tainted. Thanks. I prefer to think it looks a little like Freddie Prinze, Sr. on Chico and the Man. Is it just me?
      .-= Kate´s last blog ..Can we talk?…. =-.

    8. For the Hot Blogger Calendar, you should totally submit that photo of you eating cheeseburgers and fries off your chest.

    9. The honey badger is either going to be my new nickname or my next pet. That thing is AWESOME!

    10. Our local burlesque troupe has this chick who does a zombie strip tease. She’s vomiting blood all over herself as she’s stripping layers of gauze off her rotting limbs. It’s awesome and sexy and would be perfect for you, calendar girl.
      .-= Edgy Mama´s last blog ..Support Google fiber for Asheville! =-.

    11. He always tells me to get off the computer. I’m trying to explain to him that’s it’s my me time for five hours and leave me te fuck alone. He doesn’t understand.

    12. Drunken-flavored testicleprincess.

      I can die happy knowing that phrase exists.

    13. You are, clearly, fucking psychic. Which is good because at first I read that as “fucking psychicS,” and I was all, “I’ve never even MET a psychic, so, uh, NO.”

      Extra points if you can guess which finger I held up in my head when he told me to get off the computer.
      .-= Jane´s last blog ..Finally Friday =-.

    14. I’m still pissed off I missed the zombie apocalypse. That’s what I get for behaving like a responsible adult. You can bet it’s the last damn time I do that!!

      ♥Spot
      .-= Spot´s last blog ..I cannot tell a lie… =-.

    15. I just finished playing in a member/guest golf tournament. I played as well as I ever have, but my partner played like shit. We still had fun, though. At the kick-off party, one of the guests had a putter that you would not believe. I took a picture of it, and if you would like to see it, tell me where to send the photo. It is the sex toy extraodinaire. You have got to see this!. Let me know.
      .-= Judie´s last blog ..THE MONSTERS THAT MADE US =-.

    16. If anyone is out there, you are NOT alone. We have retreated to our basement to hide from the zombies and have turned off all unnecessary electrical devices including the computer. I am sending this from my phone and have no incoming service. I hope this gets through. I have not seen any zombie updates since mid-day Sunday. I hope the war is over and that humans won. We are planning to stay down here for another couple of weeks and then come out to see what’s happening. We only have food enough for 1 week because grandpa is such a fatass but a quick shovel to the head and we could eat for a month.
      Stay positive! Love, Kit

    17. I have to stop reading blogs. First it was some guy blogging about tossing off in the shower with Dora the Explorer and now you have tainted the Swedish Chef.
      BLOGGING – THE END OF INNOCENCE.
      …And I come from the generation that watched Captain Pugwash without ever realising that Master Bates and Seamen Stains weren’t just cute cartoon characters.
      .-= cathy´s last blog ..Getting back into the swing of things. =-.

    18. Crag-nosed anusjuicer.

      I came across your blog today while reading thegirlwho.net. I’m laughing out loud at some of the mean names people posted. Thank god my boss isn’t here or I’d have to control myself:)

      I’ll be back again. Thanks.

    19. HONEYBADGERS!!!!!! Hmm, doesn’t sound quite as good as WOLVERINES….

    20. If I hang around your blog often enough I will never get off the internet ever. Mocha Mamma’s blog and that particular post and the follow-up post. All together. Wow. Esp. if you think it is 2010, the 21st century today. It just makes me want to suck anyone that insists that what we have is a color-blind society. No. Not yet. Sorry for bursting your bubble. Try and walk in my shoes and tell me that again.
      .-= subWOW´s last blog ..Hope springs eternal =-.

    21. The picture that you took of your daughter from the future? Now THAT is what a single mother on the prairie looks like. When you have that quiet confidence, the Winchester is optional.

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