That's like married women who get suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper offended when they're asked to take an STD test for whatever reason. They were clean when they got married! Why would they need to be tested now! Women with husbands who've cheated need STD tests! My husband is a good Christian man who would never cheat! How…

Actually, in her original blog post she does mention that she agrees that in situations where parents are abusive, the kids should be given that option to speak to a nurse or doctor privately, she just doesn't have any method of determining which parents are, in fact, abusive. *Obviously* she isn't, so she should be…

My mom's request is the be Cremated and at the service we are to play Bon Jovi's - Blaze of Glory. She laughs every time but has made us promise. I'm sure the other people who attend will think we are awful people.

I'm jealous. You have a chance at a truly GLORIOUS bingewatch in your future.

Oh! Think of it! Let's say white is first. white/blue is second. light blue is third. blue/green is fourth! If you have kids? Patches. This is sounding more military than I hoped.

SPOILER: I don't think I breathed the entire time she was in Christopher's house.

Well, I have a pug that can let go of some pretty noxious farts so I can see that. I still love him even if he is a farty, old and grumpy now.

If someone sketched out and stitched a cute needlepoint like that for me, I'd be their best friend.

They're both so damn twee and I ain't even mad about it.

No apologies; I love Taylor Swift. You do you, Taylor. I loves it.

I woke up one morning and decided I wanted to get a Ph.D. in math. Why doesn't everyone?

Hell, y'all, all I know is that this looks WAY too close to the hospital-issue undies they gave me in the maternity ward after having my baby.

I was eating breakfast at a local joint one time. A couple tables away some schmuck was reading the riot act to one of the waitresses about his food. Now, understand, this place was a nice, cheap local diner. The food was OK but Wolfgang Puck wasn't working in the kitchen. I liked it and never had a bad meal there.…

Another bar tending story:

5'2 and 103 lbs. you can carry me in a baby bjorn.

See, I make that face at my food sometimes, and it's the face of "Yeeaaahhh, that's right. You thought you could be this delicious and not be eaten? I will DESTROY you. You sexy little ice cream cone. You saucy wench, you."

I wish! I do make my own, but I've never felt the need to take a picture when I can shove it in my mouth. You can pop over and I'll make it for you for free.

What a drag, it's as bad as having 867-5309.