I feel for Vanessa. I’m betting her mother has been a piece of work all her life. Here’s hoping Vanessa’s lawyers are able to quickly shut this thing down and cut off the leech, and Vanessa can go back to figuring out her new normal and raising her kids.

I buy my parchment in full-sheet size sheets from Gordon Food Service - 50 sheets for $4.99. I cut them in half at home (grab 10 or so, fold over sorta in half - I’m not precise - and use a knife through the fold.) So 100 sheets for less than a box of parchment in my grocery store.

Debra Messing isn’t in the lower rungs of my list of favored actors, and I could never get into Will & Grace. Meh. There, I said it.

Thanks for including Ciara’s baby. I didn’t know I needed to see that, but apparently I did, and I feel much better now. Baby is too effing cute! You should have led with that and not that Hillfuckingmess.

It’s how I’m doing my Christmas cards.

They need the adoration of the plebes and only in person will do.

Thanks. Did I miss that? I swear it wasn’t there.

When my brother was in the army in the late 70s, my mother would send him cookies packed in popcorn. The cookies she wrapped in wax paper by twos, then surrounded them in the popcorn. Once he got one package, his group knew that if he got another, there were homemade treats to be had. Jim would share some, and ended…

Step one is to cook the garlic? There’s no garlic in the ingredients list.

Dear Pastor Lentz: pre-ripped jeans are an abomination against any and all gods and are as fake as your repentance. No, I don’t care how much you paid for them. The fact that I can see your well-tanned knees shows me you don’t spend any time on said knees. And you should. For eternity.

Dear George: twins frequently develop a “secret” language. My husband was used as translator for his younger brothers. He could understand them, but not speak to them. He also got a degree in linguistics, so there’s that.

I’m with you. I also want to call Cardi and others like her for her “we go to work, we get tested” comment. What is that work? Healthcare worker (my ER nurse sister doesn’t get tested by her hospital)? Superstore clerk? Bank teller or construction worker or delivery driver?? No, it’s writing / performing music. And I…

That’s because it looks like someone threw the water at her rather than give her the glass. Must be the 6 feet covid rules.

OMG, do you know how tacky the pictures will look with all those mis-matched masks?? Ew. /s

I’m not your bitch, bitch. (I know, wrong season.)

I clicked on the John Cena thing totally expecting a wee little blondie. I was happily surprised. (This probably says more about me than Cena. Wev. I’ve tried a new gin tonight and it’s relly niceee.)

Dear NBC:

Duke, honey. Close your mouth. Are you trying to catch flies?

Yeah, that snark set-up to that gut punch? He’s been through a lot.

This is lovely! The child you didn’t think through how this lie was grown. Er, “grown.” How do grow lie asparagus. And why does your pee smell after eating lie asparagus?? Is it you tell lies??? OMG!