Dive take out place in my town is called China Latina. Yes, mofongo and Sweet and sour chicken in one hole in the wall place.

Damn, what is with these lunatic sitters? I would either clean the kitchen or the bathroom after I got the kids to bed. I had moms outbidding each other for my Saturday nights.

They smoked weed at your elementary school? Damn, I couldn’t find any at mine.

I had no idea what Dunkaroos were. Why in the name of Cat would you bother with that little package? Grab a bag of chips ahoy, your favorite icing in a tub, and gorge. At least, that’s what we did when I was in high school.

I hope they wore full stage makeup

My husband has chronic severe migraines (disabled from a 35+ year career in IT last year from them) so you got benefits in one dose? How often is it prescribed? I want to take him to Colorado for a 2 week 420 tour, and if it works, I swear we will leave this backwards ass state (Floriduh!)

Looks like the Best Friends logo on the wrappers. Mmmm, purrito.

that’s interesting. As part of my nursing school experience in Atlanta, I had to pay a visit to the Planned Parenthood clinic. I had previously gone to a private abortion clinic to get my oral contraceptives when I became active, and then going to planned Parenthood was quite a distressing experience, to put it…

This was the first fight of our marriage. Mr AZ wanted his premium Tp,whereas I was raised on the cheap stuff. I collapsed laughing and gave in to him when he called my cheap stuff John Wayne toilet paper -rough,tough and took no shit off nobody.

33 years, and I ‘ve never seen my husband without his beard. I did see a picture once, and (I swear to Cat) woke him up that night, grabbing his face and yelling no! That was a bitch of a nightmare.

And Jessica Rose, Princess of Calico, who actually fell in. My husband has never left the lid up once since then.

I know. I love it when my senior patients tell me they have sugar diabetes

yeah, same here. Mom was a professional seamstress, and I was a perfect size model (well, half an inch short nape to waist). I was literally SEWED into those damn Gunne Sax.

Ooh, no ribbon or twist ties! Unbeknownst to me, Precious ate a picec of lace. $1200 later,she was surgically relieved of the obstruction. I had no idea other than she stopped eating a couple days earlier. Thankfully her gut hadn't become necrotic.

we recently got an adjustable split king, and it has been a lifesaver. What with his disabling pain and my newly developed sleep disorder we can toss and turn without disturbing each other.

oh for chrissakes. Those brainiacs at Emory spent a godawful buncha money and effort on something that aunt Geneva could have told them over the fried green tomatoes at Sunday supper.

oh HELL yeah on the southern ladies thing. My mama is a genuine Savannah belle, and she can throw it! Matter of fact, I always say she can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you'll thank her and then ask her for directions.

Ah, how beautifully the nerdybirdy sings! That was inspired!

Hell is other people. It truly is.

Bless your little pea-pickin' heart was a helluva beatdown from my Savannah born and bred mama.