Seriously. This woman and the rest of that pack of traitorous grifters have no sense of disgrace. For that you’d need a soul.

Fellow Gen Xer! *high five*

Fellow Gen Xer! *high five*

Just write something or other about “mentoring” and other buzzwords.

This reminds me of the scene in Fandango where they have the fireworks fight in the cemetery:

I remember the shithead boys in my school joking about the Challenger in my pottery class and not taking them seriously at all, only to get home and find my dad watching it on TV and saying dumfoundedly, “that really happened?”

This made me purr like a cat. Sexy.

Awww!

Oh my God, you live in an actual romance novel.

My dad was an ER doc and a few years of blasted off fingers stories cure you of needing to take stupid risks with fireworks, but what’s scariest is most of them weren’t even drunk or being silly, just miscalculated by that one extra second.

Hmmmm. I associate that “fireworks” feeling with unrequited crushes--where it’s pure fantasy and no pesky weird breath or SOs to ruin the dream. I guess one of my biggest was on Michael Hutchence, late lead singer of INXS. Oh MAN, he did it for me. First guy (famous or otherwise) where I had definite Pants Feelings,…

Lord only knows. I was outright banned a few months ago with no explanation and this is a burner account--at least people can see it and star my responses.

The kind of mom who is thrilled with that notion.

I hope they all got colds and their wet jeans chafed the whole time.

Playing pinochle all the while.

I am a normal human typing with my human hands. Let us cook bread and compare exoskeletons!*

I worked in a doughnut shop (not Kreme) back right after college and it took twenty years to look at another one.

God literally sent angels to piss on him and Dump didn’t get the hint. Or thought Putin arranged a surprise. One of those.

This is, really, the time you “step back to spend more time with your family.”