greeneyedmomster
Green Eyed Realist
greeneyedmomster

A lot of people think that. John Oliver did a great segment disabusing people of that notion and pointing out that we literally know NOTHING about them.

That is Angela Merkel’s Default Trump Face. I love it.

I’d watch Statham in ANYTHING but I’m basically a boy when it comes to picking movies. Mr. Realist last night while we were watching a movie: “What was the last movie you watched without explosions or hundreds of people getting shot?” Me: “Ummmmmmmm........??”

I don’t even think it’s The Slot; I think it’s just Ellie. Which is cool; I mean, maybe he looks like her senile neighbor or something.

Kittens. Definitely kittens.

Mr. Realist had the balls to complain - ONCE - that the first Realist Spawn moved so much that she woke him up one night. After a couple of nights on the couch, he decided he could live with the kicking.

“Alternately, may crawl into your chest cavity and take up permanent residence where your left lung is supposed to be, leaving you unable to sing or, really, breathe well.”

Why, thank you. I do try, LOL.

If he dies, we get Pence. If HE dies, we get Ryan. If he dies, we get Hatch. If HE dies, we get Tillerson. And if HE dies, we get Mnuchin. The giant meteor needs to land on all five of those assholes before we get the first remotely tolerable member of the cabinet, Mattis.

Came back because I forgot to agree with you on the rent issue - it blooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows. LOL

I’ve never been to Seattle (and I travel for work - the Pacific NW and surrounding states are my “need to go” areas as I’m missing Washington, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, Alaska, and Hawaii (don’t worry, I’m aware that’s not in the same area, LOL) from my list of states). It sounds great, though, and I’ve heard

Counterpoint: everyone should live in NYC at some point in their life. You can get anything delivered (booze! Chinese food! groceries! laundry!), you don’t need a car, the diversity is INSANE (in a good way), there are museums and history and people playing chess in the park, and there are green spaces all over if you

That wedding should be about as much fun as my Thanksgiving and Christmas were with the husband’s family. At one point, my husband - from the dining room - heard the word “Trump” in a conversation between myself and his dad two rooms away, and came running into the room with a frantic look on his face. (For the

I’d like to have one fucking day that I don’t wake up and feel sick. I can’t decide what the best time to check my phone is - wait until lunch? End of the day? First thing in the morning? I’m staying - I’m old, and I’ve got nothing to lose. And I’m PISSED. My girls, though - one lives in NYC now, and the other is

“Done a job” struck me as particularly funny because Mr. Realist, years ago while trying to speak a sentence that made actual sense, said, “Clarence did a job all over the floor” - because he (the husband) had gotten out of bed in the middle of the night, taken one step, and put his bare foot into a giant pile of dog

My nephew, aged four at the time, spent a good ten minutes at my house trying to explain to me just exactly how and where his tail was. Because my stupid sister - who had a BABY in high school and should KNOW BETTER, for fuck’s sake! - never taught the child that that little dangly bit was a penis. Cam learned a new

1.) I feel like every time I read a transcript of something he said, I lose a few more brain cells. How the fuck did he get elected?? And how can anyone still be supporting him? (On Twitter last night, I almost had an aneurysm, arguing with somebody who is 100% sure that Judicial Watch was correct in its tally of

I mean, you can SAY Pyrs are dumb, but General managed to bust out of four doors - at least three of which were latched and/or locked - not get hit by a car, find himself a nice place to nap, and get himself out of the slammer for a while in the process. In my experience, they’re not dumb, they’re just selectively

Nicely played. +1

Liz, under her breath: “Ninety fucking years old and here I am playing parlor tricks with a fucking elephant. Is there a point where I can just say No? I mean, I AM the fucking Queen of England. Jesus Christ, people, stop clapping. I held a banana for ten second. Big fucking deal.”