Invite her to the cookou...?

unstamped letter in a mailbox.

Came here to give SCSU some love (SCSC when I was there.) Go Bulldogs! Homecoming this week but I’m on the left coast now sooooo... Nope.

Hell Yes.

front of house, back of house or “yes”?

Come on, if we’re going to expect every celebrity and would-be celebrity to check out and approve of every other celebrity before feigning being friends with them, are we going to start quitting our jobs when our colleagues and boss are creeps too?

I suspect that this was the look that Nana originally offered:

Nana is a real one.

My favorite part of the story was when Nana was initially convinced that it was a trick, only to discover real kindness. It reduced my rage for about 10 minutes.

I hate the Trump administration, lots. T45 is a cancer. And this photo op? This checked outfit is not doing Melania’s figure favors. But here are Washington Post pictures from that WH Kitchen Garden photo op (mandatory? I don’t know).

Old Nutmeg’s tale of long living warms my cold bitter heart. Yesterday, a vet tech I’m friendly with was stopped behind a Prius and a stoplight near our downtown. When the light changed to green, she saw something get tossed out the passenger window as they hit the gas. Not a fast food bag, not a towel, nope, it was a…

Related, maybe. (Issa made me remember).

This is ESPECIALLY delightful after her instagram rant where she bragged about how they didn’t take a government plane on their honeymoon. No, tumbleweed, but you asked to. Shuddup.

My Father was an Air Force Air Mobility Command Officer (Now Retired). I’ll let his email to me speak for itself:

Man, I really like Melora Hardin. She’s had a very long and clearly successful career, but I feel like she never had that huge spotlight so she never gets enough credit for being a really good actress.

As I said, demystification isn’t our primary goal—it’s to cover the populations getting fucked by our current political climate.