Yes! But it was a gradual improvement. Very, very gradual.

When my husband and I first got married, he wanted us to create Christmas lists for each other to take the guesswork out of shopping and ensure we got the things we really wanted. When he handed me his list and I saw Drakkar at the top, I burst out laughing because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t.

The Markles may have met their match: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/a22588793/samantha-markle-chrissy-teigen-pudgy-airhead-comment/.

Sad is an understatement. I watched a couple of the crowd-shot videos earlier today and bawled like a baby. But like you, I’m happy for the Obamas. They deserve to be carefree, especially after watching their hard work be systematically dismantled and destroyed by a petulant toddler. I can’t imagine how difficult that…

Loved me some Ernestine and Edith Ann. Did you know Laugh In started airing 50 years ago? FIFTY YEARS. Holy shit. 

I’m 62 and can’t imagine the horror of having a baby when I was in my mid-fifties. Middle-of-the-night feedings, poop-filled diapers, drooling, teething ... an emphatic hell no to all that! There’s a reason our most fertile years happen while we’re relatively young.

I love chokers! Ever since my neck disappeared under folds of aged, superfluous skin, I’ve been super jealous of women who can wear them. I recently gifted my granddaughter with a few so I can at least live vicariously.

My doc just upped my antidepressant dosage and I hope it helps me get a grip. My depression manifests in several ways, but mostly in non-stop crying. I’m alone all day because I work from home, so if I want to weep and wail, I can. And believe me, I do.

Many years ago, I was in California for business while very pregnant. A woman approached me on the street, said she was a psychic medium and told me she felt compelled to tell me I was having a girl based on my aura. This was well before the days of in utero gender identification, so I had no idea what my child would…

Many years ago, I was in California for business while very pregnant. A woman approached me on the street, said she was a psychic medium and told me she felt compelled to tell me I was having a girl based on my aura. This was well before the days of in utero gender identification, so I had no idea what my child would…

She is indeed the queen. I’ve never made an Ina recipe that didn’t exceed expectations. Her pasta salad with sun-dried tomatoes, mozzarella, parmesan and fresh basil is the bee’s knees.  

Wonder if anybody’s ever done a study on exactly what it is that makes one face more slap-able than others? They figured out that symmetry contributes to facial beauty, so surely there’s a scientific reason faces like this one are so instantly offensive—other than the name that’s attached to it, of course.

Succinctly and accurately said.

I was holding it together until I read your wonderfully articulated comment. Those are my dreams too.

Exactly. And how long is he going to remain unchecked? I keep looking for any kind of substantive response from Republicans, and the only comments I’ve seen are from the same folks who have already come out against him, like Flake, Collins and Corker.

The commutation was an act of compassion in a presidential sea of racism and policies...

I say all the time that if I didn’t smoke weed, I’d probably only weigh 100 pounds. Without it, I’m never really that hungry and have no problem steering clear of extra calories, but all bets are off after I’ve smoked.

I’ve wasted way too much time reading about this relationship, but for some reason, I’m totally obsessed with the story. With each new revelation—especially this one—I feel even sadder for his ex-wife. Infidelity and divorce are tough enough to get through, but to have to constantly see his extravagant lifestyle…

So he goes from: “Frankly, I wonder where they even find the time to brush their teeth, let alone spend quality, one-on-one time with each child daily,” to “...I suspect they really are terrific parents. I’ve never said or thought otherwise.”

And seemingly without even an iota of self-awareness, Sanders told the New York Times—oh, sorry, I meant the failing New York Times—that she hates being branded a liar. When I read that, my response was to yell, “Then stop fucking lying!” at my computer screen.