MONSTER
I've just been fighting with the Monster Machine. It won. So here I am taking refuge in Blogit. It's safe enough - I think. When The Monster and I first eyed each other balefully, it was at the home of my ex-husband years ago when he was my ex and not quite yet my friend. His second wife had fled to California and, in selling his sweet home complete with tennis court and pool, he was stuck with various items of furniture, including The Monster. "You can have it for ten bucks," he said. At the... Sign in to see full entry.