Like most good things, it started as a joke:
I taped a few pictures of handsome men in the corner of my sophomore dorm room.
My buddies added pictures of handsome men to the collection.
These handsome men became known as…
THE MAN WALL.
The Man Wall took on a life of its own.
Friends submitted pictures of their favorite men for The Man Wall.
My roommate and I spent hours searching for new material to expand The Man Wall.
My parents secretly worried I spent too much time reading magazines.
And that, my friends, is my crowning achievement in college.
Perhaps The Man Wall helped prepare me to become a romance author.
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Like most folks, I’d like to learn the secret to sexual ecstasy.
In particular, my sexual ecstasy.
Like any good author, I searched for the answer in a bookstore.
At first, the answer eluded me.
Dang, I must be in the wrong aisle.
Wait a minute.
I turned a corner and stumbled into a wealth of knowledge!
At last, the answer hit me right between the eyeballs…
but my husband wouldn’t let me buy the book unless I agreed to one condition.
And that, my friends, is why this book is sitting on my coffee table right now.
I’ll let you know when we actually read the darn thing.
My back yard is crowded with frogs.
I was wondering how they got there…until I saw this:
If only I could figure out how all the mosquitos end up in my yard…
Well, I did it.
I gave my kid away. To college.
To reacquaint myself with being a freshman,
I dug up a picture of my first dorm room:
I’d never met my roommate until we moved in together.
She liked kitty cats. I liked Mike Schmidt.
We got along quite well, actually.
I’m a bit worried about my daughter, however.
You see, she was thinking about bringing this to college:
I convinced her NOT to bring a stud finder to campus.
Instead, I promised to mail her something special to help adjust to college life.
I’m mailing her a drawing she made when she was 6 years old, and it’s perfect for her needs:
That sign is going to work, right?
This post brought to you by Delusional Parents.
Don’t burst our bubble.
I’m not disturbed by the Hereford moose, cow, or bison on the roof.
However, I’m shocked Snow White tied two of her dwarves to the chimney.
What did they do to anger her?