TSwift has written lines about her own love life, but she can’t take it when somebody else says anything about it?

I keep thinking he’ll be in jail by 2024.

She’s not gonna ask questions.

Who among us hasn’t given Mrs. Potato Head a mustache? Or dragged out the Mister with big red lips?

Both my great-grandma and my grandma had Alzheimer’s. If Mom gets it, my chances are officially fifty-fifty and I’ll have to start planning for the other fifty. (Also figure what to do with Mom, because she has developed a severe aversion to the idea of living in a nursing home.)

Regarding the McPhee baby - To borrow from a play I just got done stage managing:

I’m an Old, too. And my aesthetic is from the Gilda Radner school of fashion: Whatever Doesn’t Itch.

High waists are flattering to a certain part of the population (ahem) that likes the built-in tummy flattening.

And Princeton for undergrad...

Michelle Obama, right?

Quick! Remind them that they have mothers/sisters/daughters/wives! They’ll care about women then!

Eh, the fact that she turned down Trump shows that she definitely isn’t a gold digger, because Orange Boy is broke-as-a-joke.

I love Henry Rollins...

Last night was opening night for the play I’m helping stage manage.

I lost hope when my mom - who works for a wholesale food distributor - had to tell several people that they’re not open to the general public for their Super Bowl party needs.

I’ll look for those!  Thank you!

It’s called “Savannah Sipping Society”.

Cranberry is a go-to, but under the stage lights I’m wondering if that’s going to have a brownish tint. I’ll get some cherry juice as well and see if that’s prettier.

At the end of last year, I auditioned for the annual dinner theater play. However, so did most of the other women involved in the local theater, and they were all awesome. (The play has four female leads.)

Maybe Cancel Culture is what happens when White People* are held accountable.