I am simultaneously repulsed by the idea of that stuff all up in my personal plumbing—and desirous of having that pattern/color as a backsplash in my kitchen.

Yup. The Kitchenette weekly was my reason for getting out of bed the morning the post was published.

Oh, geez, golf. I was contracting with a really conservative company a while back, and all the management-level guys went on a company-paid golf outing that was for “teambuilding.” They invited the management-level women (all two of them), but neither one played. So basically, these bozos got paid to play golf and…

I was sympathetic to your plight until I got to the part where you and your sexbot disrespected the corndogs. You, sir, are a MONSTER.

Trumpers would probably blame it on the kid in the snowsuit.

Same. When I first read it, I was so wrought up about all the goings-on that the gangbang scene made as much sense as any of the rest of it. But subsequent readings took me from “I’ll allow it” to “What the actual FUCK was SK thinking?”

I don’t think anyone mentioned my favorite—The Dead Zone. Not your typical horror King, although given today’s political climate, strangely prescient. And I cry every time I read it. Every. Single. Time.

And “Gramma.” Goddamnit. That one messed me up.

My nephew and niece-in-law set up a registry for “experiences” on their Caribbean honeymoon. I bought them a sunset cruise on a sailboat, complete with champagne and savory snacks. Based on the pictures they posted, it was a YUUUUGE hit. Why would anyone diss something so delightful (and EASY)?

I feel you—that’s the first thing that grabbed me, too. “Composed of” would have been correct, as well. But never “comprised of.” And don’t get me started on hyphens, en dashes, and em dashes.

Dear heaven, what teensy, tinesy lives we have.

Yup. As an infrequent visitor to Pennsyltucky, I can confirm this statement.

I remember that incident, as well. I wonder if MG considers himself to be a “Catholic in good standing with the church,” given his non-repentant history. And who cares, really, even if there is a heaven and hell (which there isn’t) all the people I love will be going to the hot place with me. See you there, Robyn!

Yes, I boarded the Tear Train Express when I read the headline. We’re living in a horror show right now but at least there are a few moments of grace.

They’re always named Donna, aren’t they?

So weird you should pose this question, b/c it’s one of the handful of memories that my mind regurgitates from time to time and it feels as if it just happened today (although it happened way back in the early 70s). I realized my family was poor in sixth grade. It was the first day back to school after Christmas and I…

Is that foundation still operational and if so, would you feel comfortable sharing the name? I’d like to donate.

Or nuke it from orbit (it’s the only way to be sure).

The squad hit its goal—they’re going to Nationals. Brr! It’s cold in here! There must be some Eagles in the atmosphere!

I sort of love you right now.

Oh, how I love short hair. My face is too round to really rock a pixie but I have one anyway— it’s easy to maintain and it’s a giant FUCK YOU to everyone who thinks women should keep their hair long because...ummm...reasons, I guess.