Israel (Izzy) Battres? LOVE him. He brings just enough snark to the flips.

My dad was an Army general, so with that, plus my yoga teacher certification, musical skills, and knowledge of fine food and wine, I am by far the most qualified person to be named the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

I think that if the kids know that their parents have the open concept design “to keep an eye on them/see what’s going on”, then I imagine the kids will hightail it to their bedrooms for some privacy.

That’s what most of my friends and I been saying all along. He wanted the glory of winning the title of Most Powerful Man in the World: not actually doing the work that follows the win.

Can you or hubby elaborate?

Absolutely; even older folks were aware that shit like this is racist. My mom lived in small-town Georgia during the Depression, and while I’m sure she knew plenty of racists of every stripe, she didn’t think nor speak the way these racist fuckhead idiots did.

I used to work for them, and not only do they joyously perform marriages for gay couples, a fair number of the clergy are gay as well. Plus, the vast majority of my Episcopalian friends are marvelously warm and open-hearted people who practice true Christian values: none of the holier-than-thous judgmental and hateful…

They mean racism, hate, harassment or violence perpetrated against straight white folks. Anyone else? You’re on our own, you brought it on yourself, or you deserve it.

YES. I think of the Irish bartenders I work with who are immigrants or whose parents or grandparents were, and the Italian kids I grew up with whose parents or grandparents were immigrants. My paternal grandparents came here from Sweden: my grandmother legally, while my grandfather sneaked in through Canada…

He couldn’t go through one 90-minute DEBATE without letting his temper and immaturity take hold.

One of my coworkers, who arrived at work before I did, asked how did Hillary sound in her speech this morning. Another coworker said “classy, as did Obama”, and I’m sitting here in tears.

Admittedly, as a Democrat living in one of the bluest cities in one of the bluest states, I felt that our happy and progressive bubble was growing across the country. But no. The polls and projections, and the whole evening, turned out to be 10 kinds of wrong.

I would wager a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts that no one else of recent memory has enjoyed any contact with ol’ Ted’s meat and two veg.

Over the last 20 or so year, I’ve been a cat parent to: litter mates Hunter and Misha (boys); Frankie (girl); Olive and Onion, the Martini brothers; Judge Lionel Moonshadow Ellis, aka Moonie (boy); She-Ra (girl, who came to me named Sheba, but Sheba was a bit too twee); and Django (boy, who came to me named Gucci, but…

My dad said that when he passed, he wanted to be buried in our back yard in our little pet cemetery. Since that wasn’t an option - Dad was a big big military bigwig and was to be buried at Arlington - we had to go through a traditional funeral home. The funeral director, Geno, reminded me so much of the funeral…

When I was very small, my mom had two friends, Mary and Inga. Mary was my godmother (she left our life when I was probably two, and I have few memories of her), and she liked to hug and kiss my sister and me. Mary creeped me out - at first I thought it was because she wore her hair in a giant, bouffant jet black flip…

(with a extra-long red tie)

I know people who worked with him at University of Chicago Law School, in community organizing, who worked with Michelle, who still live in the Obamas’ neighborhood (and Chez Obama is really lovely), and no one has anything bad to say about them.

But it also makes for the possibility that President Obama could join the cast of SNL for a cameo this weekend. As my cats say when I shake their bag of kitty treats: Oh please, oh please...

Oh, yes. I’m in the process of extricating a toxic presence from my life. He’s brilliant, talented, and amazing in so many ways, but is also an alcoholic, and suffers from chronic depression (and is not on medication). He claims that I’m his best friend, but also calls me rude, callous, indifferent, horrible,…