Domestic Terrorists

Once upon a time, there streams of sweet smells wafting out the open windows with mothers singing as they pulled hot cookies from the oven just in time for thier little darlings to run in the door with eager faces, anxious to show their loving mothers the works that even Michaelanglo's mother would praise.

Once upon a time the home smelled of fresh home made bread, lemon pledge, waxed floors and fresh flowers.  Linens were ironed, skivvies were starched, pillows fluffed and we were all reading The Classics like Little House on the Praire, Rebecca of Sunnybrooke Farm and Little Women, Lassie.


Get over it because that was then and this is now.  No more Mrs. Mommy!  Its the fly-by-night Nana-shrink who mentally calculates when she has to wash the floor just before Grandpa gets home.  Today is the age of the Gemini - a fierce battle-hardened Nana who does what she wants when she wants, especially if it involves ice cream.

Take heed You Guys out there!  This is just in to headquarters:

These poor poor little duffers, they are workin' dogs...trying to get a whiff of their kibble by sorting sox.(socks).  There is no pension plan, no workdogs comp, no time off, no chocolate.  Its a labour camp!

The MOMMIES ARE GOOOONE!!!

Watch out for the Nanas...