I'm into the unwholesome recreation thing. Pool halls, smoking, walking my pet ocelot on a leash while I totter along in spike heels drinking a martini. Wearing HUGE hoop earrings.

I'm gonna be mean this morning and say, most of them wouldn't be able to tell. I can tell, because I cook and bake and have done so for decades. Only my grateful blood relatives get the all-butter homemade poundcake.

Everybody, WATCH THIS! It's a wonderful New Zealand mini-series, and with a fantastic hero who happens to be female. I couldn't stop watching once I started.

Yay! White food! Cream of mushroom soup! Cool Whip! Lefse! Kumla!

All right, what kind of jungle cat are you? Bobcat size and up.

This is how I learned it as a young pup. However, like so many things in religion, I think the meaning became perverted into justification for patriarchy. And, as a young pup, I thought it sounded pretty neat to be married like this, but there was no way I was going to submit to the dumb fucks who thought they needed…

Sorry, I've been out of the system a few years. My federal clients usually served all their sentenced time - drug offenses mostly. The state prisoners used to serve between 20-30% of the sentence given. Happily, I don't need to stay up to date any more.

Felonies. FEDERAL felonies. Which means you serve real time. If the judge says 27 months, it's really 27 months, with no time off for good behavior or such things. This grumpy cat is very pleased to see someone nailed for bankruptcy fraud.

I'm 55 and yeah, the body is bigger and saggier, and hurts when I push too hard. But the best thing about being my age is that I can kick MAJOR ASS , and I'm an authority in my profession. I know what I'm doing and can tell other people what to do. I don't worry at all about how I look in front of people - I figure my…

Blerggh. I really hope life is better for you now.

Go on...

I'm bookmarking this whole thread because I am so cheered up right now for new sources for duds. Frankly, I've worn nothing but JAG jeans, dark long sleeved tees, and various cardigan-like objects for a couple years now as I am too depressed about this sploogy size 12-14 bod to look for cute stuff. Pants and shirts…

Wow. "An alteration of your being." Perfect phrase.

I have no words.

I have! They wash surprisingly well. Just make sure you put it in the dryer with something solid, like a couple tennis balls. They bounce around making a horrific noise and ensure the down batting dries all fluffy.

Terrific link.

I'm guessing 12.

Not to mention you better have a damn good sewing machine needle. You got thick layers here. (At last! Another sewing purist! Preach!)

Same here. I have super-angry days not caused by anything specific.* Used to think they were menopause related (oh, just one of them female thangs) but realized I still have huge, furious resentments seething from growing up in the 60s and 70s. It's great to hear a real voice with Lindy.

I love them. The 9 year old in me is sighing and squealing.