I truly laughed out loud at this picture. The personalities as well as the likenesses are similar!

Twinning?

Joaquin’s made it easy to tell the difference!

Slacks. You mean slacks.

This:

I am fifty-four years old and have always been game to try oddball clothing. I came of age in the eighties. My bad clothes have been the stuff of legend. I went to one wedding in the eighties in a forties-inspired black and white dress cut down to the bottom of my sternum, white satin gloves to my elbow, and a black…

I have an old bootleg “Calvin and Hobbes” shirt.

If it’s something we no longer own, then the orange fake fur vest I wore as a child in the 70s must surely win. I loved it, I lived in it, but must have looked like I killed and skinned a muppet. It looked like this (more orange though!) and between the flammability of the fake fur and the ease with which it created…

I own a very VERY old t-shirt from my college years with the Golden Girls faces that says “Stay Golden”.

Well, my rotten family managed to “forget” my birthday (happening since I was a little girl and birthdays really mattered) and later, ruined it with a smear campaign and some solid gaslighting. My mother somehow is the victim in all of this drama that she deliberately caused. Nice. A veritable hat trick of callously…

Old Navy. Or as my kids call it, Old Lady.

This pretty much sums up my 2019. I promise to stay rabid. Or golden. Not sure yet...

Cheers to that.

Thanks for all the Jezzies for being a source of delight and comfort this past year.

I just yelled at my Mum. She’s been staying with me for a month and she is now officially driving me crazy. I’m not good at having people in my house for long periods under the best conditions, but my super-complicated relationship with my mother was not meant for these tests. She wants to rearrange my whole house.…

I ADORE hot springs and hope your trip is great! So jealous!

This holiday season has basically been a microcosm of my complicated and sad relationship with my family, and it was pretty instructive to me. There’s some sentimental, irrational part of me that wants a normal, loving family, even though they’re a pack of narcissists and enablers. I get some ray of hope that there…

Oh man guys, I had the worst night last night. I thought I was dying. The hospital let me go though because they couldn’t find anything wrong.

Hi Jezzies,