Did you ever wonder how an idiom comes into being?
I’m fixing to tell you.
I’ve always said that the fashionable, popular thing was “all the rage in Natchez.” I said it because Mama always said it. 347 more words
I just had a stressful 4-day visit from the
housework police in-laws (mother-in-law’s line of questioning included such gems as “why don’t you knock a wall down between your toilet and your kitchen?” and “why did you do an archaeology degree?” and “can I rip out all the brambles, you don’t want those brambles!” oh, and my favorite, “you might die before ; I know plenty of people who got cancer and died in their 30s”), despite that, I am feeling like a goddamn domestic goddess…Perhaps a lesser known one, such as the goddess of drinking tea, or the goddess of sitting in the house on sunny days watching re-runs of I Love Lucy instead of hitting my daily word count. 408 more words