She should have snagged some good writers with her when she left. I was one of the few people who saw the first show—most of it. I visited my Dad and he had it on the DVR. The writing was terrible. It was along the lines of: “Well, Character 1, how long have we known each other?” “Oh, Character 2, we’ve known each…

After he said the bit about tiny cameras in hotel rooms, I resolved never to stay at a Trump hotel. I don’t care how much my Aunt Susan thinks they’re the bee’s-knees.

I needed some light but not completely mindless reading in December. I stumbled upon Just One Damned Thing After Another The Chronicles of St Mary’s Book 1. I’ve plowed through Books 2, 3 & 4. It’s goofy time travel and history in a veddy English background. I just downloaded The Lost Art of Reading Nature’s…

Funny! But the monkey is way too cute...

Or, get a nuke launched on us. Either way, really really bad.

This. I don’t know what’s worse, my feelings of powerlessness because the Trumpies are completely batsht insane—and running the world, or my feelings of deep deep anger. Since the election my blood pressure is consistently higher. KAC consistently chides people for the things she and her vicious gang do on a daily…

Yes. With Eileen, you have to say things “just so” to her or it’s as though you said nothing at all. That she couldn’t imagine that Dorit (who is a prime idiot) had merely forgotten dinner party conversation and that most humans don’t care about or talk about Eileen Davidson was completely beyond her. That she was…

I love you.

Okay. I am old, but I’m happy I got married in 1989. Back then, wedding expectations were very different. My friends and I found pretty bridal dresses—some of them white or beige or blush. We did our own makeup. We had friends and family as the wedding party. We paid for 80% of the wedding. We were in our…

Thank you! I was wondering why two usually kind-of-sort-of sweet cats were getting so yowly. They take turns jumping on my lap, staring, and complaining. Now I realize the dry food dish gets low all the time. They’re hungry! Now I feel like a mean mom.

Rest in peace, Miss Debbie Reynolds. You gave me and generations of my family so much joy. I’m glad you and Carrie have each other and, that out of this veil of tears, it’s delightful.

Quack, quack, quack

Or the time Tarek and some worker “accidently” dropped the countertop outside the front door. You know if that really happened, Tarek would completely lose his shit. Instead, he pantomimes WTH at the guy and good naturedly calls for a replacement. Yeah, right.

My husband and I frequently debate about which one we dislike more. Neither seems particularly knowledgeable, talented, kind, or pretty. The handful of shows we’ve watched are to see why two such unhappy people who aren’t particularly good at their jobs have a show. We haven’t figured it out yet.

Facts just get in the way. He already knows everything a president needs to know, so there’s no reason to waste time reading briefs or listening to someone read boring crap to him. He doesn’t want information. His butt kissers tell him how wise he is and he believes them.

Even though I selected “fuck no” as my choice,I don’t think you’re a dumbass, Bobby. I’ve been way to weepy and sensitive since the election and I don’t like name-calling unless it’s warranted. So, “Fuck no, I’m never going to see this. But I love me some crappy TV and movies, and you’re welcome to love your own bad…

Okay, now I’m wondering. Doesn’t his mom have money from her fashion endeavors? Back in the ‘90s I owned a pair of Vanderbilt jeans. I saw a woman at a party wearing a pair recently. I thought she pulled them out of the outer reaches of her closet, but no—she just bought them at Costco! And another woman, said…

“NOOO!” says Scheana.

Yes. American children insist on coming home to spend time on their phones and eat whatever junk they can find in the pantry. You need that time to saunter over to your friends’ houses and see what’s in their pantries. You can’t sit vacantly in front of your laptop or TV if you’re at school!

I know! It’s like when John McCain, the son of an admiral, raised around money and power all his life mocked Barack Obama, raised by his middle class mother and grandparents for talking about the price of arugula! Moron.