The line is drawn in chalk and every time it “rains,” it gets re-drawn.

I don’t know where she lives, but in my state, I’d say “where the hell you think you are going to go anyway?” No dentists, no salons, no restaurants, etc. She’s gonna need a better plan to kill grandma.

Let’s say he didn’t know. Everyone around you is wearing a mask, you don’t think, “gee, maybe I should, too?” Yeah, he’s an ass.

Nobody! puts pizza in a closet!

Lady Gaga *does* have a stupid love! He never seems to look at the camera!

He can fuck right off. He’s another self-involved conservative, slash the budget but not for my office hypocrite. His head is so far up his own ass, it’s a wonder anyone else can get in there.

My (central-IL) library does DQSH. It’s a very well attended event that had to be moved into the (basement, ugh) auditorium instead of the smaller upstairs area due to the amount of attendees. And I love, love, love that we do it. I know we’ve gotten a bit of blow-back on it, but I think we’ve gotten much more praise.…

Live Free or Dye!

I’d like to give a shoutout to whomever styled the Cherry/Toliver guests Deandre Arnold and his mother. Not only do they look fabulous, but they are totally coordinated with each other and with Toliver’s dress. Money was well spent on that FU to the high school / world.

Because “common sense” is not an involuntary reflex.

Well, burnt bacon is the worst of all burnt oils, so yeah, that challah french toast didn’t stand a chance. Which is sad because bacon + french toast is love love love.

This reminds me of pre-married me, sitting in my sister’s front seat after dinner out at an Italian restaurant. She’s reminiscing of her high school days, how she and her high friends would play “crash,” where one would start the tragic story of a car crash and then they would all explode into a crash sequence. Except…

Ah, Christmas at my own home! We aren’t traveling to family, we are Staying Home! and I get to Cook What I Want! It was an enjoyable time. I was cooking something with assorted roasted veggies, which I wanted nicely caramelized. They were steaming and had put off a lot of juice, so I took that juice, which was mixed…

Here’s a stranger’s reply to say, Merry Christmas and while I hope your treatment is A+ and successful, may you have many days before that where you can walk your dogs. Kudos to you!

Give that pupper all the scraps, you Scrooge! he *deserves* them!

I’m very happy with the day. Just wanna say, I got a jigsaw puzzle board / keeper, but no puzzle. It’s crackin’ me up, but only on the inside. We have some puzzles I can pull out until my birthday in January, when I suppose I might get one. Plus the after-Christmas sales.

My adult ass loves ripping into gifts Christmas morning. I’m trying to be more conscious about it by using recyclable paper, and am not against a fabric wrap. The Japanese have perfected this with beautiful fabrics, etc. But those twisted beige lumps are NOT inviting! Looks more like bad sofa pillows or something.

Is ... is Marc Anthony wearing a leather jacket in his piss-colored jacuzzi??

I think it’s like Madame Tussauds was sweeping the hip-hop section and just shoved them all together for a moment.

Not Thanksgiving, but Christmas where crazy SIL got drunk and lectured everyone, including 90yo grandma, about breastfeeding being natural (while my brother chanted about ta-tas.) This was early in the dinner, then she excused herself to go to the bathroom and passed out downstairs.