The Bearded Iris

A Recalcitrant Wife and Mother Tells All

So the bartender says, “We don’t serve your kind,” and the mushroom says “Oh come on! I’m a fungi!”

Oh for the LOVE OF GOD. I am now on a first-name basis with the receptionist at my pediatrician’s office. When I called yesterday she recognized my voice, greeted me … Continue reading

October 25, 2008 · 7 Comments