I think it's nearly impossible to listen to it without at least a few tears forming. So on nights when I want to torture myself this is pretty much the go to.

Spending my evening pondering the nature of forgiveness. I find it so easy to forgive. Too easy most of the time truth be told. Yet forgetting is proving to be elusive.

This one gets me crying each time. So does The Blower's Daughter. Or Anywhere by Alphastates, Between the Lines by Sara Bareilles or pretty much anything by Lydia.

I was thinking the same thing. My dog would look at that thing like a giant chew toy.

Still sick and now dragging my bum into the shower so I can wash and then blow dry and then straighten my hair before I get forced to a babyshower for my daughter's friend that I've got no desire to attend. Too bad it's not at some relative's house where I could hide in the kitchen and sip wine with my theraflu. Nope…

I've heard it's quite good though - so now I'm looking for something a little not too hard on the brain to maybe fall asleep to. I think tonight might be the perfect night for a rewatching of 10 Things I Hate About You...

You know what? It is. It's a great feeling indeed - even if my wine is a bit more of pink variety than white or red this evening!

There really isn't a song on it that I've not found myself playing on repeat!

I'll survive but thanks for the well wishes! I've got good drugs and good music. The munchkins and the hubby are off doing boy things and my girls are all out.

I'm addicted to this song. Which is a good thing since I'm stuck in bed sick as a dog. Nyquil and tunes...welcome to Friday!

I could care less how most men like my pubic hair. All I care about is how the person I'm involved with likes it. There are as many differing opinions about this as there are about flavors of ice cream.

I seriously cannot stop staring into that cat's eyes. It's trying to see into my soul...

Haha, that was good for a laugh!

What frightens me is how many people believe what he says is right and true. But you know what Ricky Boy? Bring it on...there's NO way he's going to be our president.

Yes, this is the nail on the head. My neighbor across the street came outside one day to chat with me while his grandson played with the munchkins. He's extremely conservative and happens to be a deacon at a church I no longer attend. He looked me up and down and said 'You know...it's really terrible right now that…

I came here to post but you said literally every.last.thing I was thinking.

Okay - you win. That made me laugh. ;)

Really?! So there really is some sort of PMS monsoon the world over and I'm not the only one raging/crying/not fitting any goddamned thing in the closet for no discernible reason?!!!! YAY!

Yes. Thank the Gods for my lovely plush sweat pants and my worn out tee. I've got a silly romance novel and I'm putting the munchkins to bed early.

Yes. I had a huge tantrum earlier today because I couldn't find the one pair of jeans that I can actually fit into right now. My fingers look like sausages and my feet won't fit in my shoes - and all this is not normal for me. I hope there's no special PMS moon because if there is the world's in trouble!!! All I can…