Mommy Mo

"Save me, husband-daily PMS! Or how did I live with hysteria? Have you ever seen a hysterical man? I am, unfortunately, yes. I just didn't close the closet door once... Or rather, not exactly so. The closet door was honest, and if I closed it down, I dared not to open it at all. When I got home from work and hung up my dress in the closet, I decided not to test my fate and left the closet open. "Handless," my husband threw me a "gentle" grabbing the toolbox. One morning at 7 a.m. I woke him up to work...

And all I need is tights! Every relative believes that we probably live in an age of commodity shortages and are unable to buy our only daughter's clothes-shoes-toys on her own. I remember a nice, friendly smile from a dear relative who solemnly handed me a bag of things. Looking into it, I almost recoiled from the smell of dirty laundry long before it was washed. Having pulled out one "work of art" into the light, I was swollen: blue pantyhose, which had seen a lot of things in their lifetime, were...

My husband got a call from a classmate the other day. Sad as he is. He asks for money in debt. He says his wife is planning to meet her classmates for 20 years from the day she graduated from school. Beautiful date, of course. Everybody will gather together: former losers, who became successful businessmen, and excellent students working now in the public sector. And they want to invite their old teachers. It's a good thing. The meeting will be held in the most pathos restaurant in our city - "glade" is paid for by some Antony (do not ask what he does - did not know)...