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Sometimes the monotony of wiping down the same kitchen counters 3 times a day can get to a girl. In fact, it can evoke all kinds of fantasies that have nothing to do with George Clooney or Matthew McConaughey. These fantasies may not be quite as sexy as George's smoldering eyes or Matthew's bulging pecs, but they at least make a girl feel like she has an escape somewhat rosier than Thelma and Louise's.
Truth be told, my curling iron might just be too sexy for me! It's giving me a reputation that I may just be too tired to sustain...
Bricks, mortar and strong moral fiber be dammed! Any gal over 40 knows that the number one definition of "foundation" can be found at the make-up counter.
If you have ever felt more panicked than titillated when your guy is sliding into second base, convinced that he’ll have grounds to sue for misrepresentation, this one’s for you…
Did you ever notice that our military personnel have it all figured out? If we girls wear all beige, all the time, we can sneak a whole new wardrobe into the house that will slide right under the enemy’s radar. Shh! Let’s just keep that between us girls.
Any frazzled and frumpy mother of a toddler and a newborn knows there’s something far scarier than a shark to threaten her life as she knows it. That something, by golly, is her husband’s divorced colleague, who can do far more damage with a stiletto than ol’ Jaws could ever have done with that mouthful of blood-hungry teeth.
Do you remember the Golden Age of being carded whenever you wanted a cocktail? If you, too, have gone from Golden Age to feeling like the undiscovered cast member of the Golden Girls, this one might give you a chuckle... and an incentive to eat more natural food.
