It’s the day you spend one hour vacuuming the house and three hours trying to dislodge a pink Barbie comb out of the vacuum cleaner engine.

It’s the day you got a sitter for the baby, switched preschool carpool days, set…

Ford already got it right when they made moveable gas and brake pedals.  No more hugging the steering wheel to my chest in order to comfortably reach the pedals on my no heel-flip flop days. In 2010, we’ll have the…

If the Beatle-esque squeals of the little girls behind me are any indication, High School Musical 3, Senior Year, is definitely a charmer.  Not that the first two HSM productions weren’t.  But take every positive element from the first two movies…

In honor of my daughter taking her driver’s license test tomorrow, I’ve written a song.  Sing to the tune of, The Twelve Days of Christmas:

On the first day of driving my daughter gave to me, an insurance bill the size…

 Why was I surprised at their reaction? I mean, this is the same mother who for years walked them to the corner bus stop in her flannel reindeer pj’s, garden clogs and their grandfather’s over coat.  And that was a…

Can garage door guys work in the pouring rain?  Because naturally, after months of drought, it’s raining on the only day Allen said he could be here.  I called him last week. 

“Uh oh, where’d he go this time?”

“Actually, he hasn’t…

Not too long ago yet another study was conducted on what a housewife/mother would earn if she actually received an annual salary.  Yet again, they (whoever “They” are) grossly underestimated our net worth.

And the worse part?  We don’t get the…

Dear Editor,

Naturally I fully intended to meet my weekly deadline and as usual, present you with a mind-boggling masterpiece of domestic wit and satire.  But my dog ate it.

Okay I’m lying.  But I did have to take Hank the Hound…

Not too long ago yet another study was conducted on a housewife/mother would earn if she actually received an annual salary.  Yet again, they (whoever “They” are) grossly underestimated our net worth.

And the worse part?  We don’t get the option…

So I left last Wednesday for a four-day trip to the beach with girlfriends. With girlfriends all over the age of 50.  Real dangerous, huh? Actually…well, no, wait. I promised the ladies, “What happens at the beach stays at the…