I generally need little help embarrassing myself. More often than not, my mouth has a mind of its own. My opinions believe in free expression. At any given moment I may break a heel, fall on the floor for no apparent reason or have a business conversation with spinach in my teeth. That's why real… Continue reading Embarrassment? Advantage Me…
Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls
My Guy…
Tuesday marks the anniversary of The Norwegian's death. You might believe this to be a somber day in our home. Parts are, to be sure. Mostly we will spend time together, toast his memory with champagne and share stories. And laugh through our tears. We laugh because we were blessed. I was a blessed girlfriend,… Continue reading My Guy…
Lucky Day
So last week, according to the stars, I was experiencing my luckiest day of the year. Middle Chicken, Little Chicken and I spend the weekend perusing horoscopes after our saging session and find the week includes my luckiest day. Who knew? Since I still clock into a regular day job, dreams are not fulfilled. Ridiculousness,… Continue reading Lucky Day
Mogul Man…
A weekend in LA with the girls proves interesting on many levels. Three days after our return it's still not clear what may or may not be fair game for the sharing. I ask the dolls before we leave if anything need be locked in the vault. They agree the secrets are mostly mine so… Continue reading Mogul Man…
Sage to the Rescue…
Smudging is a tradition used by indigenous American people as a powerful tool to purge a home, place or person of negative energy allowing the flow of positive to inhabit the place or person. I am in need of a thorough smudging. And tonight, after work, I'm going to get myself smudged. Middle and Baby… Continue reading Sage to the Rescue…
Harness That Inner Bitch…
Conversations with chickens are always revealing. It's usually me gleaning information and spouting advice. Table turning isn't always fun. Chickens of the female variety have a rare night off and spend it talking books, writing, science and failure with their mother. Somehow I end up on the receiving end of a lecture from a nineteen… Continue reading Harness That Inner Bitch…
Frick and Frack…
Frick and Frack came to America in 1937 as comedic ice skaters. I am unaware of comedic ice skating as an art form but have heard my whole life of Frick and Frack referencing a pair participating in hijinks of sorts. On Friday night, my Frick joined with Middle Chicken's Frack as we found ourselves… Continue reading Frick and Frack…
Next Up…Famous Crushes
One can never predict where chick conversations will go. To the surprise of most men; rarely do conversations travel to most men. If you've got one at home, seems another one would just entail more socks to pick up off the floor, am I right? But, every once in a blue moon the conversation does… Continue reading Next Up…Famous Crushes
Who Loves Bread?
One of my passwords is bread. My female chickens find this humorous. Fall on the floor humorous. It was a security question--what is your favorite food? Duh. The Chickens are in Bama together last year, Roll Tide, and they want access to something requiring my password. I don't remember the password. The hint they say,… Continue reading Who Loves Bread?
The Subject is Fat…
The subject is fat. Nary a chick amongst us is immune. Exchanging dimes for every conversation had with girlfriends concerning weight gain, weight loss (wait--that doesn't happen) I would never worry over lack of insurance funding for life's remainder. Instead I could mull over what champagne to sip and in which European country to make… Continue reading The Subject is Fat…
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