A warning to my readers with virgin ears: Today’s post uses obscene and salacious language. Please read at your own risk. Growing up, I had a cat named Mittens. She was gray with white paws that looked like winter mittens, thus her name. My grandmother called her Cat, Fuzzy Cot and Pussy…
Category: Girl Talk: Meet Me in the Ladies’ Room
To Sit or Squat: That Is The Question
I don’t consider myself an expert at anything. I mean, I’m good at a bunch of things, really good at a few other things, even really, really good at one or two things, but a true expert at something? Probably not — unless you count my extensive familiarity with public restrooms. As the…