I remember when they married, Vanity Fair had a whole glossy spread about them, highlighting how glamorous they were as a political/socialite couple. It’s hard to imagine that their political views when they married were as disparate as they are now; I think Guilfoyle’s views became more extreme when she moved to NY. 

Skorts are the solution to summer. Pants? NO. Regular shorts? No, because when I sit down, the waist goes up to my ribcage and the crotch gets all crotchy. A nice, soft skort is the best and I will wear one every darn day during warm weather. Athleta has the best — I tried to post a pic but no luck.

I do the same: Hide all from (whatever source). It has cut down so much that used to come in to my feed. Not only political stuff, but also other things that I don’t want to sift through. Scrolling past things I don’t take an interest is easy, but hiding them in the first place is even easier.

I’m reading The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace, by Jeff Hobbs (2014). Rob Peace grew up in in a rough neighborhood in Newark, makes his way to Yale, and tries to balance both parts of his life. I’m about half way through and totally rooting for him, but the title of the book is enough to tell me that there…

I’m eating the last of a row right now, and I literally stopped mid-bite when I read your post. I set down my cookie on the table. Then I remembered that I didn’t take the Thin Mint from you and I can’t find you to give you the couple that are left, so I finished it. So sorry for the cookie but congrats on the…

Yes to egg noodles!

I do the super fast method with far fewer ingredients and likely a far less sophisticated flavor, too: Cream of Celery soup (Have I lost you already? I don’t like the flavor of Cream of Mushroom), chopped celery (because unlike the celery in the soup, it actually has crunch), tuna, shredded cheese, salt & pepper, and…

Marching in Sacramento, and expecting more people than last year.

What’s that you say?

Oh yes, Peter Thomas’ gentle voice... Forensic Files is my go-to every night. I’m not above a little 90 Day Fiance when I need something absolutely ridiculously distracting, too. It’s been a tough year for us all, and I find myself purposely looking for things that are either removed from real life and/or beautiful.…

Yes! I’ve written a few for Vazquez in FL, and will do more today. Compulsory voting would be great, though there’s still a need for a look into transportation and suppression issues that discourage voting, too. Even with the “Be a voter!” encouragement on postcards, some people may be fearful or unable to get to…

I commented to Rosie that I’ve been writing postcards for Doug Jones through Postcards to Voters. It feels good to so something from California in hopes of supporting and encouraging AL voters. I’m not optimistic — I think Moore will still win —but doggone it, we’ve got to try.

Have you heard of Postcards to Voters? It’s a grass roots group that organizes to send postcards to registered Democrat voters for local and national elections. Through them, I wrote 180 postcards to voters in Alabama encouraging them to GET OUT THERE AND VOTE for Doug Jones. I donated also, but the money I spent…

Juju, I am only here commenting on my phone because of your sage advice: cache cleared, signed in. I offer you my deepest gratitude.

This is seriously the best campaign advertisement I have ever seen. “Vote for me and I won’t show you my penis.”

Every time I see a post like this a re-tell my story. Short version: my husband and I met when we were both 47, married at 55, and neither of us had been married before (and he’s great). Like you, I hadn’t been really drawn to many men (not seriously, anyway), and wondered if I’d end up alone. When people said…

Duh, in my other post I forgot to include that my day started with a phone call from my doctor telling me the results of my breast biopsy are NON-CANCEROUS! Whoop, whoop!

It’s just my husband and me today, so I cooked up a big pot of soup, and we have renamed today “Soupsgiving.” We went to the gym, watched a couple of DVR’d shows, and I’m near ready to fold myself up onto the couch and read for a while *shhh... I’ll end up taking a nap, of course...*. Happy Thanksgiving to all!

“...things are really bad, super bad, what-the-hell-we-gonna-do bad...” I tear up every time I watch this and yes, it sticks in my mind, too. Dang, here come the tears again.

This is the best news I’ve heard all day, no joke. Thanks for a nice pick-me-up.