Yes. My husband knows I’m in the mood if I bring a bottle of water to bed.

All I need is a glass of water. I basically just worked out....kinda.....

I’m old and getting chunkier by the day, sex wears me out every goddamn time. I can’t imagine hopping up and deciding to actually cook anything.

Don’t be embarrassed. I owned a Taco Bell once: midnight snacktime is what makes that business work.

Thank you! Sex is the only thing that gets me to stop eating, for crying out loud.

Hopefully the baby got her chin.

When you pay with card but tip in cash, it’s a good idea to write in “cash” on the receipt where you’d write in the tip amount. Don’t most people do this?!?! Also a good idea to give the cash with the signed receipt.

Oh, Raul, you could have made so much of the current shitshow a little more bearable simply by existing. But no, you left us, just like reason.

That “fewer” thing is a throwback to Stannis saying it to Davos back in the day. It was a nice touch, Stannis’s spirit lives on. ;)

There is a bar in Pittsburgh called brillobox and now I feel silly that it never occurred to me that A.) That’s kind of a weird name and it must mean something B.) that it is a Warhol reference (he was born in pgh).

Speaking of dialogue, is the “chaos is a ladder” something Littlefinger says to Cersei in season 1? If so, I thought that was Bran telling him to watch his back because he knows that LF betrayed Ned.

But Chelsea’s also that dumb white girl who secretly wants to be the sassy black woman, the kind of girl that comes up to me drunk at a bar and slells “yasss queen!”

The best part of that was Littlefinger - scheming for years - only to not plan for the “Starks are total freaks” scenario.

The same thing they wear at the fuckin’ Catalina Wine Mixer.

The invitation also forbade jeans, so I contemplated wearing a head to toe jean gown.

I Googled. Based on my image search results, you’re supposed to dress up as a dining room chair.

When I google that I get pages upon pages of upholstered dining chairs.

Honestly I much prefer a costume/theme party to one with a cryptic dress code. My friend’s wedding invite instructed guests to dress in Napa Valley formal, like WTF is that? 

At least 100 of those views are because of my drunken friends and I blasting it in my friend’s boat as we dance with all the other rowdy hooligans on the lake. It’s better than the redneck country shit many of the other boats play.

I may have written this blog just to spread the gospel of Danny Ocean.