Fergie was in fine form, as usual. She jumped out of the car, laughing and pointing, ran to greet the crowd then stopped to frantically wave at them once she got to the top of the church steps. She seems like the fun Aunt you can only take in small doses. By hour 4 and her sixth martini, you’re ready to get away from…

You don’t speak for all veterans. Veterans do not get to decide what the flag/anthem mean to the citizens of this country.

You can repeat yourself as often as you like, and you’ll still be wrong.

So what I’m hearing is, she’s the long lost love child of T’Challa and Storm?

THIS COMMENT HAS BREATHED NEW LIFE INTO MY YOUTH-SPORTS VIEWING.

A lot of times when I see a person who’s much shorter than me, I think, “I wonder how many of that person I could take on in a fight and hold my own.” This is usually something I think about at my 6-year old’s soccer games.

Naomi and Cara would look fabulous in trash bags. Gonna give a shout out to the bride and say I love she went full on princess dress since she’s a god damn princess.

It’s telling that the majority of these objectively terrifying stories are set in the real world this year, and the threat comes from men, not ghosts. 

We can’t protect ourselves. We can’t protect our sisters from the men that hurt us. We can’t go to the police, we can’t use whisper networks.

Nope, he never admitted it. My mom thought it wasn’t a ghost but a demon or something. Her bedroom of crucifixia porn was obviously protecting her. :) 

and while he was odd, he was mostly harmless.

Thanks, friend. And all of you! In a weird coincidence, I saved the family’s (non-pork) bacon almost ten years later to the day. They were flying into LAX right after the Muslim ban and were detained and questioned. I helped to get them out. I like to think we’re even, now.

Thank goodness for whatever called out to your Amma, and the woman herself.

There are ways to get these people the proper IDs they need. It is a bit complicated but should work.

My other post was embarrassing and real-life, so I separated the one that’s emotional and possibly-supernatural.

I don’t think this is what Jezebel intended for the contest, as it’s not scary. I briefly told this story in the comments of one of the contest pages a few years ago. Frankly, I don’t think about it much, as although it’s not the supernatural element that got to me at the time, it was a frightening experience and…

Follow up: just now, thinking about this story, I went to look at the registry of deeds for the town I grew up in. They’ve got everything digitized now, so I was able to look up the closing paperwork for the house. There, my parents both signed, as did a notary, but the witness section?

Aw, it’s nice your mom thought that. I would think he’s a murderer coming to kill my whole family in our sleep, but that’s the pessimist in me.

This one isn’t mine, but my mom’s. She told it to me a few years ago, when my husband and I bought our house; it’s the story of how my parents got my childhood home.

I’ve posted this before, under an old burner, but figured I can post again to lighten things up.