Justin Bieber is not the father of my two children. I will be seeking legal representation to make sure that I keep their non-Bieberternity a secret. I'm sure that I'm entitled to much money in Biebertuity.

I am so glad I got to raise my children in a simpler time where you only had the phone, park, school or home to bitch to a captive audience about how hard parenting is.

That article was incredible. Thank you for sharing the link.

"Do you like to vote Georgie? Everyone votes down here..." I'm sorry but all clowns trigger a Pennywise reaction in me.

In explaining waves to my students, we drop an object, a single object in water. We watch the waves ripple out. We drop multiple pebbles into the water and watch the waves intersect. Even though they started in different places, they end up having an effect on each other.

I hope that she is so believeable as Thatcher that everyone remembers the horror that she and Reagan birthed and that the rest of us now carry.

Jane Lynch is perfection.

don't fret - you still qualify for a reality show on E!

Last year I saw the Cheese Castle for the first time. It was fucking beautiful.

Cheese Slut would be a great name for a really wonderful wine.

For the first time ever in my life (and I'm old) - I'm going to eat Thanksgiving Dinner in a fancy but not schmancy restaurant. And, it's a buffet!!! So, for the cost of feeding just us - I don't have to clean, shop, cook, shop, clean and cook. I cannot tell you how tingly happy I am. I will happily have New Year's…

All the misogyny, all the mind-fuckery, all of the stealing and self-aggrandizing — it always comes back to the economy stupid. No matter where you are, the Powers That Be could give a shit about any of; unless, that is, it starts to cost THEM their money. Berlusconi will not suffer one day - he'll just fade into…

Ha!!! Cats also open presents early and jump at the stocking hung by the chimney with care.

Freakin time and relativity - damn you LOST.

But Future Sparkly Jack Donaghy with the unexplained southern accent would be delighted!

I could sleep like the dead when my kids were little. I could wake on a dime and get back to sleep as needed. It's freakin' menopause that's turned me into a zombie. And I have a doctor that recommends light eating, light exercise and a dark environment for sleeping. Bastard.

It's lovely to see him relaxed and enjoying himself on his wine show that runs on PBS. He seems like a wonderfully interesting person. And, if you've never seen his Gap/Levi ad from the early 8o's, he's Mister Italian Stud Guy working the street - he was dreamy hotness.

I like your mental picture better than mine. I was imagining "tripping ova myself"

I have a black pair of cashmere pants that I found at the Rack. I love them more than I love anything else I own. Except for my floor length cashmere robe that I found at Marshalls over ten years ago.

Damn you neuropathy and plantar fasciatis - you make me look fat. Well, you and the twenty extra pounds I keep on hand in case someone asks me to pose for a Reuben-esque painting.