I actually moved a chamber pot right next to the bed so I could get up and pee without actually waking up. I think I caught up with the lost sleep about the same time said child graduated from high school.

My most vivid memory of pregnancy is having to pee literally every 15 minutes in month 9 once she flipped into head-down position. Every.15.minutes. Congratulations! :)

That’s a lot better than my conversation with my rep last year, where he told me outright that he wouldn’t *even consider* my concerns because obviously I didn’t vote for him (he was right), and he had to represent “all” of his constituency. Yeah, the logic escapes me.

I already saw Atonement.

I know just how you feel! I’ve been so shaken by my new cynicism, having seen the people that I thought I knew for the people they truly are, that I’ve spent a great deal of time since the election in a Xanax-and-Cheeto haze. I see no end in sight.

I think he’s afraid of an assassination attempt. He’s going to have to stand there, outside, in the weather, and take the oath of office. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t wear his...brown suit.

“Withhold judgement until we have your money. Then, who cares?”

What they will do “down the line” (in August) will be behind closed doors or as a rider on a bill Democrats really want.

Re boundaries. I have also been in therapy about this, and I’ve concluded that, especially for women, it’s our having been enculturated — is that a word?— to want to please everybody. If it works, we feel good; we feel that we are accepted and accepting, everything is copacetic, and we relax our boundaries. However,…

I’ve just had Hannibal on an endless loop since the end of 2015. That, and Archer, and sometimes I conflate the two, which makes an entirely new and somehow perfectly appropriate show.

You were in his after-dinner room!?

I see an auto-erotic asphyxiation headline—strangled by 30 feet of multi-colored, braided, faux-silk scarves, and even typing that was too long to think about it.

I thought Miranda knew the answer to that name-calling in bed issue. “Honey, would you rather me be here in bed with you calling his name or me being in bed with him calling yours?”

Well, to be fair, I thought he was a raging asshole wayyyy before the election. Both of them, really, so it’s a no-starter for me.

Maybe he’s a piece of shit because he has mental issues or MAYBE he’s a mental case because he’s a piece of shit. Either way, I wish he’d just shut up and go away.

Yeah, and being body searched before they can go into their own spaces. My heart just BREAKS for them.

You’d think. You’d also think that when a customer sends you photos of a freely-bleeding, two-inch long, thru-the-fascia open wound, the least you could do is refund their money. You’d think that.

Funny this should come up now. I’m in the middle of an email argument with Circle E Candles out of Texas. One of their little square candles *exploded* while I was blowing it out, and the glass flew like shrapnel into my my leg, requiring a trip to the doctor and three stitches. Right now, after demanding photographs…

I assume that the rabbit corkscrew has a vibrator attachment?

Assange does double duty as just “A Tool.”