I am so tired of these effing stupid a holes getting elected into office again and again. When did it become a requirement to be profoundly stupid to be a representative?

I don't have anything worthwhile to add, except that story really touched me and I hope your mom's friend gets through this tough time.

This is hilarious. I interned a small county newspaper, and my job was to write to obituaries that came in. You'd be surprised what people would want to write. I'd often have to call and confirm. Talk about awkward.

When I am up all night, my hearing actually starts to falter. It's quite strange.

I had to laugh at that. You go, girl! Woo woo! ;-)

Thank you. This has been driving me CRAZY. I just start going apoplectic. You articulated much better.

My rep won't listen to me. In fact, he sent out a mailer saying he would do everything he can to overturn Roe v Wade, so... not much point in writing him.

That's the first thing I thought of as well. Then it really didn't make sense. But it makes sense because it is completely ungoogleable (is that a word? Yikes) so nobody can look them up, etc.

My parents got me that brush for Christmas. I still haven't hooked up the wall unit. It freaks me out that this toothbrush knows so much.

I am so. fucking. tired of this "I don't have to give you a type of medicine if it goes against MY beliefs" bullshit. You are a pharmacist. Just give me my drugs, and we don't have to speak. You're not the one taking them. *incoherentfrustratedgrumbling*

Someone needs to write him, or something. How does one get a hold of Larry Flynt?

Huh. I'll have to look again, because they've always looked brown to me. That being said, they're definitely not Barbie Blue.

(They usually fly first class but you didn't hear that from me. Also, they're not on every flight, there's just not enough of them.)

Yes, for some reason they had a Swayze marathon on TBS and Ghost was on. In the last scene he says he loves her and she says ditto back instead. I remember seeing that in the theater. Not a dry eye in the house. I remember my friend Barb and I just laughing at each other while we sobbed. Ah, memories.

It would have been nice if they gave her, you know, brown eyes.

I love you. That was amazing.

Stands up. Applauds.

Holy shit, she doesn't even look like the same person. He *does* suck the lifeforce out his wives!

I'm sure I'll see stacks and stacks of these at the VNSA Used booksale next year, just like I saw stacks and stacks of her mother's books. Half price at 50 cents each and they couldn't sell them.

What makes me laugh about that is that Barry Goldwater wouldn't be allowed into his own party today, but he's revered right up there with Reagan.