I don’t Facebook, may I ask you a favor and send him the following for me?

I’ll finish that for you…. thanks, for nothing.

Yep, it was a pretty different time, especially if you lived in LA.

Yes, this is going to be a very fun one to watch for the next year.

I just gave up. I wasn’t talented enough to break through all that crap.

Here’s a toast, to you, that may the New Year bring something extra in your finances…. also, lots of health to you and your children!

Argh, you just made me spew tea all over my keyboard! Oh, dear, we say “good bake” as well, but, “I wouldn’t eat that, Mary.” Hilarious!

We hired a contractor to do some work at our facility which entailed digging a trench in front of a loading dock. The contractors cherubic, sweet looking, rosy cheeked foreman, of 28 years (looked 18) stole the backhoe from a construction site, 5 miles away. I couldn’t believe it, that aw-shucks kid next store, soft…

The one, and only, time I’ve been to London, I was complete blown away at the constant steam of super luxurious vehicles I saw in that city.

Alas, I only have one star to give…… I searched for the first person to post this, ugh, the ugliest of all lies.

Early 90s, I worked at a sweet little NOLA themed bar in the west village. One of the regulars was a really nice older fella, photographer, who took pics for the illustrators and covers of romance books. He would always tell me, “you have to meet my friend, Mr. Perfect….. he needs to meet a nice girl like you….…

Ummmm, argh, ok, speaking as a friend, if he couldn’t answer that question without it being only about him…. it’s a red flag.

Yeah, if we have to ask….

And never speak.

Your grandmother’s my idol.

Goodriddence, I’m happy you showed him the door.

In the near-ish future I will be out of my marriage. I will never have another romantic relationship, ever, again. The thought of it makes me ill. I have terrible taste in mates, I realize this is a short coming of mine and have, thankfully, come to terms with my short comings in this (and other) regards. I am really…

Kitten & Kit!?!?!?!? Damn that’s cute. This is getting saved to the desktop.

I dated a mormon for a few months, I was 23, he was a few years older 26/27. He was the complete opposite of the mormons I had met growing-up in Vegas. He was raised in Europe (father was a diplomat, who converted to marry his mother) with so few mormons he described himself as “culturally episcopalian.” He had a…

Nice, stealing this, thanks.