posted by Momo Fali on June 18, 2010
So, you know how your husband’s transmission needs to be repaired and the bill is over $2000, and that same night you realize that your refrigerator stopped working, and then then next day your car won’t start and you can’t even get your hood open, so you have to wait for AAA to come rescue you, and then your dog jumps up to get a ball off of the mantle, because that’s where balls belong, and she knocks down your big picture and a crystal candle holder, you know…the one that’s part of a pair…and there are glass shards everywhere, but that’s okay because you have plenty of time to pick them up since the refrigerator repairman said he’d be there sometime between 8:00 and 5:00?
Yeah. Me too.
posted by Momo Fali on May 19, 2010
You know how you stay up late with your husband drinking homemade, blackberry wine and then you wake up at 4:30am and can’t go back to sleep, and four hours later you get on a school bus with 30 first graders for a zoo field trip, and then you walk around for four hours in the rain, and you watch a gorilla regurgitate and re-eat it over and over again, and sometimes the gorilla eats its own boogers, and then you go to lunch and give thanks that you didn’t pack guacamole, and then a bug flies in your mouth, and on the bus ride home your son sleeps the entire way, which means he doesn’t fall asleep until way-to-late-o’clock on a school night?
Yeah me too.
posted by Momo Fali on May 6, 2010
Have you ever been on the phone with the resolution department of your health insurance company for the fifth time in five days, and you are trying to explain how your husband’s former company left you high and dry, without insurance for 33 days, which is the same 33 days in which your husband tore his calf muscle, you had a sinus infection, your son had an ear infection and your daughter got $406 worth of immunizations, and while you’re on the phone your son starts crying because he doesn’t understand his math homework, and your daughter keeps tapping you on the shoulder no matter how many times you put your finger in the air to signify that she needs to wait a minute and she ignores you and keeps asking, “Can I have some grapes?”, and then the dog starts throwing up and you look in the other room to see your husband sitting on the couch playing the Wii?
Yeah. Me too.
posted by Momo Fali on February 3, 2010
Do you ever wake up with a zit in your ear, a pulled muscle in your back from lifting a case of water and a nose that will not stop running no matter how many times you blow it, then notice that one of your favorite shirts has a hole in it and that your super-expensive work shoes are all scuffed up, and then you laugh as you think, “Who cares…I’m a lunch lady” and remember how, because of your line of work, you went to the grocery store yesterday with baked rotini on your forehead?
Yeah. Me too.
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