RIP, James Ingram. I will remember you always for your duet with Linda Ronstadt on the soundtrack for “An American Tail.”

I have family members living with Alzheimer’s right now and this disease is f*cking horrendous. Oftentimes, the majority of care falls on one person. (My aunties hair fell out in clumps from the stress of caring for her mother)He hasn’t abandoned her. He is loving and caring for her the best way he can. I’m glad he…

I would go a step further; they’ve found a way to endure a terrible situation in a way that keeps them as together as is possible under the circumstances.

Seems Dr. Sanderson experienced an unconscious coupling.

I refuse to judge B. Smith’s husband.  If you haven’t lived it you have no vote, opinion or advice to offer.  

If in 2005 you had told me that literally every other cast member of “Mean Girls” would have a bigger career than Lohan, I’d have never believed you.  Yet here we are. 

Not to take away from the seriousness of major companies ripping off indie designers, but it boggles the mind that anyone would want to steal the design of the item in the header. It’s a hunter orange tent with zippers that someone repurposed into a shapeless cape.

When I see or hear about Ann Coulter, I’m reminded of this glorious evening:

Coulter vs Trump in the Thunderdome.

Selling Girl Scout cookies to a bunch of actors who have been dieting for weeks to fit into their outfits is low key brilliant, and I thought the Girl Scouts in my neighborhood were smart for setting up a table in front of the weed dispensary.

I’m assuming Mr. Washing then punched drunk stranger in the face. If not, I’m assuming Ms. Washing is now a single mom. 

At my cousin’s baby shower, her grad school friends decided to “ironically”play traditional shower games, including the one where you take a ribbon and use it to guesstimate the mom-to-be’s current girth. I’ve always been plus size, but was at a lower weight at that time, so I wrapped it around my own belly and then…

My best friend (we’ll call her Washing) was expecting her first and her best friend decided to throw her a shower. It was weird, there were only a handful of people there (Washing’s family are on the other side of the world) and the party-organiser got wasted.

I do not understand trinkets from other people’s life events. Like I don’t need a personalized anything to remember I was at your wedding. Just give me more snacks as a favor if anything. 

Haha, thank you for making eating maggots worth something!

My best friend’s MIL completely left me out of her baby shower. I ended up getting involved with it because my friend’s stepmother forced her to include me.

The most over-the-top baby shower I’ve ever been to was in a rented mansion, decorated in specific colours (not Pantone, but still), catered by two different restaurants, had an open bar with six different types of brown liquor, a selfie spot, a table with a wall of presents about six feet high, and all the women…

I was friends with a woman that bought a house at the same time she found out she was pregnant. She had registered for an expensive set of knives, a microwave, other housewarming type gifts on her baby registry. As I was shopping at Target for a gift, I am internally screaming about how tacky this is. I show up to…

I don’t get why girl babies and boy babies need different stuff. They’re babies. This pink and blue car seat shut is weird and just confusing in this time of changing gender roles/the acceptance of non-binary identities. 

Holy Crap, my story made the cut! *cradles bouquet of roses and cries off mascara*