My problem with buying a house is people aren’t just straightforward. They’re always trying to manipulate something. It’s unnecessary and just... ugh.

This. I would love to have some tummy work done. The only way a doctor is getting anywhere above my jaw is if I’ve been in a car accident and am smashed into a Halloween pumpkin in November, or if I’m in the witness protection program with assassins hot on my tail.

“...a lady who has taken care of herself and had some fun.”

The thing that always gets me is the people getting the most dramatic, expensive work done have the money to just look great by less dramatic means.

Like, Meryl Streep has probably gotten Botox or some subtle enhancers, and she doesn’t look like she’s in her 40s but she looks fantastic. She is probably using a great…

I am in my 40's and have to admit that, if I had the money to blow on a little high quality plastic surgery, I would do it.

I imagine it’s not a great feeling inside to know and understand that the way you looked when you were born wasn’t even close to being enough for your success and for people to want you.

You are my people. There is nothing like good carbs for comfort, and that cake looks very good. Moist (appropriate use of the term, please note) and yummy.

Yum and good haul with the garden it sounds. The wildlife claimed every single damn strawberry and beefsteak tomato except for one green one I rescued. It’s now hanging in my window safely inside to hopefully ripen. I also adore a good cake. My mom was a baker of sorts and I have very fond memories of cake hijinks.…

I went back to school shopping with my youngest. No clothes were purchased (her school is virtual) but we managed to buy a very large ceramic Gorilla with a gold crown (the Notorious King Kong) and this rubber chicken that she named Freddy ( for Freddy Mercury).

I am hoping her death ignites the 100 million that did not vote in the last presidential election to VOTE.

Hugs to you. Not matter the age, unexpected or expected, loosing our beloved furry friends is always hard.

Had a weird video going away party for job on Thursday.  They made me a Kudo board since we can’t pass cards around the office, and it was very nice how personal it was.  More than anywhere else I’ve worked. 

Continuing the theme of 2020 being a kick in the teeth, my dog Lori died this morning. It was one of those pet deaths that was both unexpected and entirely unsurprising. She was an old lady of 15: blind, one eyed (thanks to a corneal ulcer that wouldn’t heal when she was 13), partly deaf, arthritic, had cushing’s…

Friday is our 10 year wedding anniversary. My husband surprised me with reservations at a restaurant on the water (and a sleep over for the tiny human). I am truly excited but anxious. This will be our first time dining out since all the craziness began. Well, not including take-out and car picnics. Still. It’s…

I wish her only peace as well.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail…

I’m looking for hope anywhere right now, and this gave me some. Thank you.

Thank you for the sentiment and for the info.  I have a kiddo in one of those states.  I’m gonna pass this on.

I’ve been screaming about this for the last year. I loved RBG. She was the best justice on the court in a generation, but her stubbornness and pride have put us in this horrific situation. There was no shortage of Op-Eds in 2009-2014, plus god only knows how many people behind the scenes urging her to retire while…

I wish her rest, she’s earned it.