My local grocery store had the indecency screen up over the Trump People cover.

YES. God I love tomato sandwiches.

Family all Southern, I was born and raised in the south, and I currently live in Atlanta, and I’ve never heard of that shit. Banana-peanut butter-mayo sandwiches? Fuck yeah! Pear with mayo and cheese? Gross. I guess I could ask my family in Alabama but I try to avoid conversation with them.

My family is Southern (Georgia and Tennessee), and we made banana and peanut butter sandwiches with a little mayo when I was little. It’s just a small amount of mayo to grease the peanut butter and banana mixture and make it easier to chew. It’s pretty tasty, though I haven’t had one in probably 20 years.

What’s this about a computer? He can twitter from his phone, but is he otherwise tech-challenged?

Davidson County always goes blue. Think about all those Vandy professors there, too. Atlanta is the same way, it leans very heavily Democratic.

Hello friend. I’m also on an antibiotic right now that is doing a number on my poops/lower GI area. That + stress = BAD POOPS.

Aw, thanks. It’s been five years since my mom, and it still hurts but it’s a lot easier to deal with. I don’t feel like I’m plummeting off a cliff. As far as this total shit week, I’m just kind of numb after the election.

The week my mom was killed in a car accident was pretty fucking brutal. I felt like I had just fallen over a cliff and there was nothing left. I remember when a police officer gave me a bag of personal effects from her car, and her sunglasses case was all bent out of shape and her glasses were bent, and she had…

Mine is sitting beside me right now! I vote so much that the nice ladies at the church where I vote know me and know I love the stickers, so for local elections and whatnot, they always give me a handful, so I have a serious stash of Georgia peach voter stickers.

Goddamnit, Buddy Garrity. Watching that season of Veep after loving the shit out of Friday Night Lights was kind of jarring. I wanted to be like, Lyla, come get your dad, he’s drunk.

That was the most self-important bullshit I’ve read in a while.

My executive director closed our office and thank god. But I can’t bring myself to look at any coverage except this post. Gaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m so stressed, I can’t sit still, my stomach has been in knots since yesterday, aaarrrrggghhh.

Probably both. Gah. I don’t even want to watch TV, it’ll just make it worse.

I have the day off but couldn’t sleep in thanks to anxiety. I don’t know what I’m going to do today (other than vote, obviously I am voting).

I vote for fucking every little local thing that comes up, so my voting station ladies know me at this point, and they know how much I love those little stickers (the Georgia stickers are CUTE), and they now just tell me to take a bunch every time I’m there.

They look so good! And there’s a lot of prep - chop the shrimp, rehydrate the mushrooms - beyond just cutting veggies, so I’ll just really, really focus on rehydrating those damn mushrooms.

Same. UTI frequent flyer here. If I for whatever reason don’t pee immediately after sex, I will get a UTI. Always always always pee after sex.

I was just in a meeting with my executive director and I was like, “I might be late Wednesday,” and she was like ME TOO.

That’s a great idea! Will do!