Mommy with a Penis

So many partially written blog entries...numerous, unformulated, yet juicy ideas bouncing around my over-crowded noggin... while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads... just waiting for me to jot them down, and still I haven't been able to write. I'll admit it, I've been stuck... like a truck in the muck ...mired in apathy, self-involvement and evidently, too much children's literature... that Sam-I-Am, that Sam-I-Am, I do not like that Sam-I-Am . And then, to make matters worse, I made a sweeping, grandiose statement in my last blog entry (which was in July... yikes ) that I am going to write a book. A BOOK for Seuss sake! What the fuck was I thinking? Just as I'd make headway with a possible chapter, the kids would start reenacting an episode of Phineas  and Ferb , or my ancient fourteen-and-a-half year old husky would have a seizure on the kitchen floor making me wonder whether it was time to call the kindly man with a lethal injection, or I'd hav...