Vickie Gunvalson.

My Season 10 predictions:

the Pew Research Center

I just want to clear a few things up as someone “in the know” about how airplanes and flight catering actually works.

Yes and no. We got our fur babies the day after our wedding. We were in the process of adopting when we realized having a kitten in the middle of a wedding would be stressful for the little one, but we had to bring him home asap. We spent the day after the wedding kitten-proofing the place to bring our little Oreo…

So, this isn't about a stupid customer. It is, however, about one of the evilest, vilest, despicable human beings I have ever had the displeasure to have to deal with on the job. First, some backstory: I spent roughly twelve miserable years working for Fazoli's. Now, for those of you who have never visited a Fazoli's…

I love “Hulu!” I discovered “Younger” after the site kept flooding my feed with ads about the show... and it’s fantastic.

Isn’t it on Hulu? But also, reading is nice.

Just wanted to throw out there that Saturday night at work someone order a tequila martini. The server checked, they were sure they wanted it, and presumably they drank it because I didn’t get a followup.

Kara, I’ll thank you kindly not to report such blatant lies like this:

Apparently, there’s a SFW counterpart to Rule 34 - I did a GIS for “mug of chino” (also, let me just say that a top result before I switched to images was Yahoo answers of somebody asking cuz they were too embarrassed to ask their friends what a “cup of chino” was is, well, sad), and I found precisely what came to…

I rather more look forward to a time when men have been raised not to abuse, harass and bully women at all.

My kid is in middle school, and way into Insta, as he calls it, so I shared this with him. He said that the reasons were stupid, but that he would not eat any of those foods except for the shrimp, and then he would pick them off the top of the polenta.

Chapter one: “Crunches and Spreadsheets Won’t Save Me From The Unstoppable Roll of Time, It Turns Out, So Lets All Chill.”

Just reading that was exhausting. I think I’m going to take a nap. Who’s with me?

In was in the car with my mom, on my way to run an errand. She took my time in car captivity to ask 17-year-old me about a girl in town who had died from OD-ing on ecstasy. My mom asked me about “the ecstasy” and I was all snarky, like “what do you know about drugs, MOM?” [eye roll] She responded “You know, the one…

My little sister came home one day sobbing and said “my friend hung himself.” My mom patted her on the shoulder and said, “hanged.”

We were out after my birthday dinner and my mom is MOM DRUNK aka a bottle of red wine into the night. We’re walking to the car and she’s like “what does ismin parking mean? Eeeeeesmin.....iiiiismin....”