Belly

There is not much a fresh squeezed Greyhound followed by bacon wrapped figs can't cure.

After a day of the crazies, this is all that one needs for sanctuary. Sidled up to my bestie, we hunch over our small feast, laughing between much needed sips of the sanity restoring drink. Fresh squeezed grapefruit and Grey Goose, my friends, is the mommy's little helper of the working lady. You can thank me later.

The New 1950's Housewife

This is a dental manifesto. Explanations will be found here as to why your dental assistant sometimes smells of bourbon, why her eyes glaze over the instant you begin talking about your kids or what that perpetual blank smile is doing on her face as she goes about her duties.

We don't really care and we drink. Alot.

As you step into the sterile walls of our confinement, just remember: behind our plastacine smiles we are a bitter, underpaid and hung-over lot. Proceed with caution and do not be fooled by our girlish demeanor. We are soft spoken but are the keepers of sharp objects.