No live blog? Also, is it over yet?

Nice.

I like fish sticks — there, I said it.

Yes, and EEEEWW.

These assholes won’t take a bullet for the 2nd Amendment.

That fucking Shirley-Temple-finger-on-the-chin crap — it makes me want to put a boot in her ass.

I thought Melania only had one job, and that was avoiding sex with Cheeto Benito?

Starting early makes SUCH a difference for me. I shouldn’t be learning this lesson so late in life, but now that I can work from home on Fridays, it’s great to take a few things out of the fridge and wipe one shelf, reboot the laundry, fill a bag with clothes to donate, or clear one countertop.

As a (fellow?) nail biter, I notice that she only bites the nails on her left hand. Interesting, but probably meaningless.

Another neglected beast that really should be living at my house.

Phrasing!

That’s some Man Tan right there.

“I speak at a fourth-grade level. Bigly.”

Those freaky-deaky Dutch. Love this.

I see what you did there. Took me a second.

Marry me. Marry all of us.

Came here for this! If the name ain’t Merrick Garland, fuck this guy.

I wish I had learned to think this way decades ago. My dad was a terrible boss who manipulated his employees mercilessly. AND he was proud of it. What I got from that was I would never take a job I couldn’t say “fuck you” to. It kept me in low-level jobs for too many years. A good job and an FU fund would have been a…

I know! I was thinking it would make a perfect Bulwer-Lytton entry.

Oh dear — I didn’t get that far. I think my eyes would have popped out of my head at that. I got a refund on the Kindle version after the third time she said “tidy” in a single paragraph. MFCSSOB! I need a little more help than kissing my polite stack of cashmere sweaters on the forehead.