I am active at the local theater. Our building is just over 100 years old, and its history includes the owner’s mother living upstairs, a particularly mischievous actor pulling pranks onstage, and other stories that add up to the place being really hecking haunted.

I’m on the Menopause Train, and I’m thinking... wait, some people lose weight during this shit?

Bless.  Remind me to tell my mom this - she adores Kelly.

Kevin Stitt will step over the debris from the multiple, abnormally severe storms we’ve been having (because something something climate change something hoax) to sign a bill limiting access. Statistically speaking, one of his rich pals has to be in pharmaceuticals...

I KNEW there was a reason why otters are my favorite aquatic mammal.

Well damn, the Facebook page was deleted before I could leave a review:

I work at a bank. There’s a guy that comes in and, when you ask for his account number, says “the same one it was last time.” When we ask what we can do for him, he says “gimmie a million dollars”.  If we don’t laugh, he says he was “just being sarcastic”.

“...What’s this? It’s Tom from Myspace with a steel chair! He smacks Tate outside the ring, and then...”

Humans are an invasive species.

I’m not from Alabama, but I am from a football state, and I could feel that from here.

The Sisters have done more for the under-served than the Catholic Church ever has.

I’m thinking more TJ Maxx.

Dylan Mulvaney is adorable and looks happy.

I don’t hate it. I’ve seen, heard, and babysat worse.

B

A colposcopy?

My mom is third of 8. Not a whole lot of parentification there, because the first seven came within 10 years. (#8 was the Surprise Baby that every Catholic family has.) Her brothers - the older one is her “Irish Twin” - taught her how to drive a motorcycle.

I Hope.

I had a prescription for Xanax once.

Chick Tracts.