Hugs right back to you, and thanks to all for the support. :) I was also diagnosed with PTSD when I finally got myself to therapy, and I was as shocked as you were. I felt the same way you did; I knew people who had suffered physical and sexual abuse, so compared to them, I felt bad for complaining at all. I don't…

My mother was never physically abusive. Verbally and emotionally abusive was her thing. There are so many stories I could tell, but the one that really sticks out (and showcases her ability to bamboozle outsiders into believing her to be a saint) is my go-to story:

That reminded me of Marie Barone on Everbody Loves Raymond.

I know it was supposed to be a horrifying reveal moment, but I burst out laughing at the way BP whined, "What's in the BAHHHHX!!"

My dog turned my Spanx into a $75 chew toy. :(

Brad Pitt was in Se7en with Goop.

This needs to be heard in Shade Court.

I am so stealing "Talibangelists."

Only the dark side has cookies, silly.

OMG Mr. Microphone!! LMAOOO I'd forgotten about that!

Good point.

That was awesome.

Reminds me of when I was fourteen; my best friend and I used to sing heavy metal songs as if Kathie Lee Gifford were singing them. We'd crack ourselves up, because we were fourteen.

I checked out their Facebook page. 880 people like the page and their posts have very few likes and comments. I'm wondering if this piece of shit pastor did this to stir up some controversy to bolster his church's profile and get more butts in the seats. (Or maybe even donations from other evil bigoted assholes.) You…

I read it, too.

I have to say, Kathy is gonna have to do something pretty terrible to make me turn on her. A friend of mine who was a reporter for our small town's newspaper finagled me backstage at nearly the last minute to meet KG before her show. My friend knew I was going, and that I am a big fan from way back. About ten minutes…

I fired myself from my half-sister's wedding. She had been a bridesmaid in my wedding the previous year. So, when she called me to tell me that she was getting married, I was excited for her. Then she said, "And of course, you get to do the pictures!"

Ok, WTF with the bouncing ball on the pfrrrts? Are we supposed to fart along? I can't just do that on command.

I cry when I get angry, so I've done that whole ran off to cry thing before. And I HATE when it happens, because I hate anyone knowing they pushed me that far. But for two hours?! Hell, no. I didn't even cry for two hours when my father died.

And they are fucking delicious. Get me some drawn butter and a fork, I'll eat that bug all up.