The Week AFTER Christmas…

‘Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the houseNothing would fit me, not even a blouse.The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d tasteAt the holiday parties had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales there arose … Continue reading

Politically correct 12 days of …er… uh…

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my Significant Other in a consenting adult monogamous relationship gave to me:~ TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,~ ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made … Continue reading