I met my hubby (#2, after 30 years “single”) in an online chatroom and we’re headed for year #19 this September. This wasn’t a “dating” site, just a Fleetwood Mac chatroom. I’d watched him post for 4-5 months, his grammar was good, punctuation perfect (except for the Oxford comma), a Guitar God in SoCal, I was…

I’m a little torn. She’s admittedly old, about which she can do nothing. And it seems that she regrets that she’s not...powerful, I guess...like she was earlier. And, to me, to feel regret because you’re not “powerful” is kind of sad. But she worked to be powerful and she reveled in it and benefited from it…

Phooey! :-(

I’ve always heard, “Well, poop in my mouth and call me Janet!” Jack McFarland, I think.

I’m in a hotel room in SoCal recovering from surgery right now. And I’m 71. And the only reason I’m alone is that my husband has gone across the street to get us banana splits. RIP, Mr. Heard.

I’m on hubby #2 but #1 was a mini-Trump so I consider him a starter. Hubs and I always comment (but only to one another) about how embarrassing it is to say that we “loved” someone else because what we feel for each other is not even remotely comparable to what went before.

Very Hozier-ish.

...jibe...

I wanted to yell, “Get that damn thing out of my face!” but thought that might be...ungenerous.

I was in h-s in the ‘60s and still rip the collars off my sweatshirts. Discontinued un-hemming my levis sometime in the ‘70s, though. :-/

Mae West

This is beautiful.

Oh, I’d do blow again in a nanosecond if I didn’t know for sure that it’d kill me on the spot. I thought it was just the best thing ever, a lot of fun and specifically designed to murder me. Never tried psychedelics because my BFF once warned me, “You can’t do any of that shit. You think too much,” which I took very…

Yes, but we all thought we were so very fascinating! Way, way back in the day, during an evening of blow and drinking, I heard the most incredibly intelligent thing I thought I’d ever heard and hurried to write it down so I could refer to it the next day. I mean, it was ground-breaking. I found the slip of paper…

I finally got rid of my scrapbooks from grade school. Notes, 1959, 7th grade, from Judy Mann: “He looked at you! When you were up at the broad! and when yu were walkng back! You are so so lucky!” “I wish MIKE looked at me! kathy would be so jellous!” I didn’t recall that Judy Mann was barely literate.

Ha! My excuse is that I was schooled by nuns K-12; we learned the right stuff whether we wanted to or not. Plus, the two most common phrases uttered in my home were, “Don’t slouch over your food” and “Look it up.”

You’re preaching to the choir; I don’t know if people know better and just don’t care or if they were all absent that day. (And I love 1D, too. )

It’s just like “blond” vs. “blonde.”

Maybe he felt it at one time but didn’t feel it when he wrote the letter? He was an extraordinarily thoughtful person, not much inclined to make statements off-the-cuff (unlike some rat-shit presidents who shall remain unnamed).