All I can think is - at what point in life has anyone ever told you they want to sit down and have a conversation... and had it be a ~good~ thing? The person/entity stating it has essentially decided you are wrong, but worse, like a child, they (the adult) are going to explain why you are wrong/naive/uneducated or…

Oh, I’m more or less fine these days. A bit cracked and chipped around the edges (and who isn’t these days?) but if I look at things objectively, mom and religion had more to do with issues I’ve had to handle than things dad said. Mainly because, well, he wasn’t there. They are married, I don’t mean he took off, but…

And..... you jinxed it.

Don’t most guys like him prefer to die nestled in the cleft between two hills?

And then have an utter and complete tantrum when you do! (and now I have “100 easy ways to lose a man” running thru my head. Damn it, lyrics from musicals are the hardest earworms to get rid of at bedtime)

If she does, I may issue a cease and desist her way. I’m been waiting on my order for YEARS now, and I’m starting to think someone bogarted my package.

Joan, I gotta give you credit here. If I had an award handy, I would happily hand it over here...

While I don’t get a damn about Kanye or Kim, I did feel a bit of a gut punch for North. Her mom getting nekkid at every chance (so much more revealing than being merely naked), sex tapes, relationship implosions and more will be old hat to the kid before she is ten. But hearing your dad say he wanted to have you…

That actually sounds weirdly familiar. The last massive one sucked, but mainly for my husband, I wasn’t there for it, my brain was far far away. Woke up 3 days later. I’m told it was bad, but other than being super out of it for another week (and if I’m honest, the week before supposedly happened, I just don’t…

I never understand why people think it’s a good idea to do that to people. I’ve ended elbowing one and actually broke the nose of another when I got startled and touched.

You are a god/goddess above all others, I have been wondering if there was anyway at all to avoid some of the bridge trolls I’ve seen. May you never run out of batteries and your shortcuts actually take you exactly where you wanted to end up!

My cats Pasathea da’Floof and Isabella da’Boo are too young to vote, Harliquinn is, ah... too special a girl to be let into a voting booth (she’d just eat the ballot and pee on the machine - she took a broom to the head about 5 minutes of being born and it’s left her... very sweet. We’ll go with sweet, because ‘dumb…

They are just arseholes, not outright EVIL! And I think mine would be concerned about Trump and his cronies view of alternative lifestyles. I once got caught yelling (loud enough for the neighbor to hear, not understand I was directing it at ~cats~ and spend the next year freaking out everytime they saw me) “It’s not…

Please keep that record far far far away from me. The few massive suckers I’ve had were bad enough, the mini daily ones are crappy, but ~200~?!? Did you open a hidden cursed pharoh’s tomb or something? Yeesh, that sucks. I’m so sorry!

I’m just glad I didn’t wreck the car. A friend had leaned up thru the seats and grabbed it, and when I said no smoking in my car, they jumped and dropped it into my lap. Did wake me up though. Was driving all night and had started to get drowsy. Needless to say, I became VERY awake VERY quickly.

Yup. Inner thigh burns suuuuuuuuck.

I impaled myself. Like, fully. In one side, out the other, full on freaking impaled myself. Was wandering about in the woods near my house, decided to climb a tree (full disclosure, while this happened years ago, in warm weather you can still find me perched up on them) got tangled up the straps of my bag, started to…

That I understand.... my husband and I just spent the last 20 mins attempting a delicate surgery of Pasithea d’Floof’s undercarriage using embroidery scissors, hot wet rag and a LOT of complaining (from both she AND my husband. I planned ahead and fortified myself for the job with tequila, so it’s all good for me) to…

See this HAS to be a fake. If it was real, we’d all be staring at your cat’s asshole. (What, just mine?)

Passing this test isn’t really something to brag about. I pass it too, and due to having my car totaled by a drunk driver (not too mad about the car, actually. It’s the whole me being IN it when it was totaled I get annoyed about. Bastard didn’t even stop) I’ve got enough of my brain rattled I can’t drive and am on…