I’d so prefer to be a kid right now. School lunches are going to be less healthy (more chocolate milk, please!), the school days are probably going to be shorter (because who wants to pay teachers, amirite?) and my parents would be too incensed and/or depressed about the political climate to hassle me too much about…

The looks on the faces of the women in the picture are perfectly representative of how I’m feeling these days about our country’s hell-in-a-handbasket trajectory. Dejected, tired, pissed, but not ever giving up.

I JUST saw this video for the first time today — a friend brought it up at book club last night. I love it. Thank you for posting.

Upper Midwesterner here — people in these cold parts do it all the time. Perhaps they think it’s too forward to say “lent” rather than “borrowed?” (“She lent me her sweater” implies a relationship and that’s pretty bold. “She borrowed me her sweater” makes it sound like she’s a random good samaritan that just…

My family went from stretching every penny to the nth degree to being quite well-off within about 15 years. It was a massive change. Going to Wendy’s when I was little? That was a once-a-week occasion for after church, when we were having a ‘nice lunch’ out. Going to Wendy’s when I was an older teenager? Didn’t…

In an effort to drown out the news, I’ve been watching way too much Psych. When I first glanced at this headline, my mind turned “Sean Spicer” into “Sean Spencer.” I’d give anything to have Sean Spencer be the WH Press Secretary, with Gus *tsking* in the corner. Can I have that reality please?

There was a person in my life who would order food from Neiman Marcus simply to show off that she had the money to do so. I fully believe she ordered these collard greens. Who would love to see a breakdown by state (or city!) of who placed these orders?

There is nothing better than celebrating a holiday with kids who are giddy — like sugar-smack giddy. This year, we all deserve this. Mainline the hot chocolate, be generous with the sugar cookies, and enjoy those moments when the petty aggravations of life are left behind and you can revel in life.

With you on this. As a quiet Christian (married to a non-religious SO), having people tell my SO that “it was God’s plan” to have his parent die suddenly a couple of years ago was infuriating and disappointing to me. Does that phrase really help some people? Maybe. But “I’m sorry for your loss” sure seems a much…

That’s foofaraw you knave!