Marcy at Marcy Writes -- The Glamorous Life is hosting a G.I.R.L. Party today, and I am participating.
Marcy has asked us to link to an old post or write a new one showing our life in all its unvarnished glory; the UNglam version. And, since nothing about my life is actually glamorous, this will be a snap. But it may not be pleasant.
But what to tell you about? I couldn't decide. Maybe I should tell you about my not-so-clean shower? It's definitely an unglamorous story. Or how about the day I wore the worst possible pair of shoes EVER, to work? Still, there's always the Parent Hell I endured around Valentine's Day . . .
No, I know which one it has to be. I have to tell you about the space which used to house a wood stove, and what became of that space once the stove was removed. You won't respect me in the morning.
Pick a link, have a laugh at my expense, quietly remove Foolery from your reader or bookmarks, then head on over to Marcy's to see what indignities her readers have shared with the world (and maybe you can share one, too).
I'm hoping just ONE of them might make me feel a little bit better about my unglamorous self, but I'm not holding my breath.
Great stories - a couple sound similar to things I've had happen to me... so don't feel too bad. It's the unGLAM life, babe!
Posted by: Sweet Mummy | September 16, 2008 at 04:38 PM
OK...the shower story almost made me pee (thank god I just went before reading!). The shower "scrubbies" should never be used on human skin... Actually, I am not sure why they are still in my shower. I think I have a very large sample of molds and spores that I can donate to the kids science lab at school.
Posted by: Caroline | September 16, 2008 at 01:53 PM
"Ahh, the lovely Snorpht is back in town. Where ya been all my summer, Snorphty?
Posted by: foolery | September 16, 2008 at 09:01 AM"
Workin my butt off to keep all you lil chickiepoos safe from havin to go around wearing Burkas.
Major fire drill going on now and maybe for 4-5 more months. Gotta earn my $$s once in a while.
Posted by: Apache Dude Poot | September 16, 2008 at 12:09 PM
Some of these I remember, but the wood stove story was new to me -- and hilarious! I love the irony, too, of having no power and no wood stove to keep you warm while at the same time you battle the water dripping in from the hole where the stove used to vent. Not kind of me, I know, but I had to giggle. :)
Posted by: MommyTime | September 16, 2008 at 09:18 AM
why was I so drawn to Parent Hell? Oh, I know...I think you wrote it about me, not you...
fun stuff...I'm adding you to my reads...so I'm officially a lurker...{{snort, snort}}
Posted by: linda s | September 16, 2008 at 09:08 AM
The wood stove story is hilarious. If you ever want to feel better about your housekeeping, just come on over to my place. You'll have no more worries ever again. As we speak, I am glancing at not one, not two, but three major cobwebs. Inside. Of my bedroom.
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | September 16, 2008 at 09:02 AM
Ahh, the lovely Snorpht is back in town. Where ya been all my summer, Snorphty?
Posted by: foolery | September 16, 2008 at 09:01 AM
O, almost fergot.
EAT ME!
ladies
Posted by: Snorpht FingerPoot | September 16, 2008 at 07:22 AM
YUMMMMMM-O
Talk about a NICE Parking Spot.
O Baby, would I feed HER meter!
Just too bad she's not blonde though.
Posted by: Poot is looking for somewhere to Park IT | September 16, 2008 at 07:22 AM