Ha, I spend all my time silently judging everyone for every error, EVER.

Well, I was an English major but that doesn't count for shit since I can't remember things anymore and often use; semicolons with extreme hazard.

When my husband and I were first dating, we ended up looking up some French art house film we'd seen that started with a 5 minute close up of some dude's junk.

YES. I was trying to decide if this was humor or cringeiness I was witnessing.

I like it. I like it.

It's great when horrible people are exposed for what they are, for sure. So, order me a plate full of Gleeful for that.

Most interestingly, the investigation is coming at the Archbishop's own request.

Yes, the added burden of knowing she's getting doctors who are willing to overlook some serious ethical questions. Ugh.

Yeahhhh, that whole not knowing thing? That means we don't know. That doesn't mean you know something nobody else does.

Can you imagine the stress of your mother undergoing so many surgeries knowing that each time there was a risk of her dying on the table?

That's just an adorable story.

I think it's really great how you haven't picked up on the fact that your accusation of overreaching is exactly what you're doing in your comment. Ditto with the attention giving.

Good advice. Will do. *

I can't, she's busy counting her shekles and passive aggressively oppressing all the poors in a 10 mile radius. She won't answer til sundown.

Fire and blood! And guilt!

And also, WE HAVE HORNS.

It's Hannibal's first choice in non-stick options.

PTSD doesn't make you an asshole, though. Too many people are suffering from PTSD, but too many people with it are also sorely misunderstood.

I feel so confused by Joan Rivers.

Is it wrong that I immediately thought, "If that were me, I'd have those glasses full to the top and two straws?