Posted on May 1, 2008 by Aunt B.
So, my dad just called to bug me about going to the bank and he was all like “The Butcher’s gay friend knows the woman who does mortgages for people who are employed where you’re employed” and I use the word “like” because, clearly, those are not his exact words, but I bring them up [...]
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Posted on May 1, 2008 by Aunt B.
So, I’m on my way to lunch and the weather is put-it-in-your-mouth delicious and I hear what I think is the familiar plinks of the first few notes of Johnson’s “Come in My Kitchen” and I’m looking around and it’s just the noise some loose wires are making as they hit some other wires over [...]
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Posted on May 1, 2008 by Aunt B.
I am, by far, no disability rights activist. But today I was thinking of Mary Oliver’s poem “The Ponds.” I’m not sure it’s exactly fitting for today. After all, we are not all lilies. But I read this poem and what I take away from it is that we all have value and we all [...]
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Posted on May 1, 2008 by Aunt B.
If you had to guess the party of the person who said the following, who would you guess? (No fair playing, folks who also read Shakesville.)
”Unless you ovulate or have ovulated, we have no business as males interfering with your female decision on reproduction,” King said. ”A woman making a decision that she wants to [...]
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Posted on May 1, 2008 by Aunt B.
When your brother’s funky deformed cactus falls off the window ledge, just let it fall. Do not reach for it.
No.
Do not attempt to catch it with your bare hands.
What kind of idiot would do that?
Also, I should point out, that the same advice holds true for all cacti. Unless you are doing some weird fraternity [...]
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