When Does Feminine Mystique Become Crazy Old Lady?
This week went well. Whacked my hand as I was leaving for work on the door frame like I forgot it was bloody attached. Plus, it has rained so much this week (had to go back and edit that since, it ain’t done yet, apparently) that all the aches became pains, and they joined forces with a few I hadn’t met yet, and thus I … Continue reading When Does Feminine Mystique Become Crazy Old Lady?