But the Christmas music and cheerful dispositions

As a professional event coordinator and someone who did my own DIY wedding, the #1 thing I’d love my wedding clients to remember is CHILL OUT.

Uh, I’m pretty sure we’re living through the sequel right now.

Maybe someday his wife will give birth to a sentient ear, so Adam will be able to empathize with all of us who have to hear his shitty music. 

I’ve never been a fan of his, in part because he reminds me of a big warm glass of intensely self-congratulatory milk, and I’d love to be salty about the hoary “until daughters” wokeness, but...good on him for getting there, eventually.

Apparently he missed “pride” as one of the seven deadly sins.

Here is a thing I wrote yesterday about this very article:

It’s only cute if it’s YOUR tv static. 

People showing off their sonogram pictures is so weird to me. The grey scale ones don’t look like anything but tv static, and the 3D ones are downright Kill it with Fire!

Anyone who thinks a performer should actually be singing when standing outside in freezing weather riding a float with a hamburger clown is an idiot.

I’m no fan of Rita Ora, but this is dumb. People have lip-synced forever in parades and unless you live in a cave, you should know this.

Good for you! I hope your week is lovely and serene, and wish you all the joy inherent in the process of making a space your very own.

My parents moved away a few months ago which was pretty depressing because I’ve been lucky enough to always live close to my mom. I loooove my mom so much. So I hosted my first Thanksgiving today! My brother and his family came over, along with my husband’s brother, and it was really a delightful day. I’m quite…

So I’ve posted before on SNS recently that I was preparing to leave my husband. Well tonight’s night 3 in my apartment. The very first time I’ve ever lived alone as an adult. It’s surreal. I spent the day either on the bed smoking a bowl or unpacking & making space for my sofa delivery & assembly tomorrow.  I can’t…

About 13 years ago, my husband (at the time we’d been together maybe a year) told me I didn’t fold socks or t-shirts ‘properly’. I haven’t folded any of his clothes since. I fold mine, I fold our daughter’s and I put his in a pile.

My parents who are awful and emotionally abusive invited themselves to stay at my house a week for Thanksgiving. Luckily I was able to cope by guessing what they were going to complain about and turning it into a game of insult bingo with my brother and husband. That way, when they insulted me, I was excited to fill…

I will never forgive a woman who was in my social circle for having her dog put to sleep because her new boyfriend didn’t like it, and then telling people the dog ran away and trying to get sympathy for it.

Wait. Is that Zac Efron? Or some random dude named Zace Fron because that does not look like Zac Efron, in my understanding of Zac Efron.

If it were anyone else (that wasn’t under investigation by the DOJ) I would have chuckled. It’s an okay joke, ruined by a much bigger, sadder joke.

TBH: Other than these articles on Jezebel about his troubles with the law for the last year or so, I have never heard of this person.