I did. I stopped working in 1998 to raise our son, then onward to three daughters. I applied to a work-from-home position doing transcription in July 2016 with a letter explaining what I’d been doing and the reason for not having a job. They hired me after a Skype interview. The fact that the company is 90% women…

I’m in Virginia and also glad.

Whatever. We’re just women. Who gives a shit?

Hers is a case where well-applied Botox comes in so handy.

By her definition, I own a McMansion based on square footage and vinyl siding.

“Come here... [so I can get a proper look at you].” Jesus.

I was grinning ear-to-ear reading through this. What a delightful story on a Wednesday morning!

Hell, the White House maids are probably selling it to witches who are using it for less-than-savory purposes.

My miscarriage at 11 weeks was basically a very heavy period. I didn’t even have more cramping than usual.

I miss them too. When I want a beauty fix, I head over to Makeup Alley and read the reviews instead.

You say “hysterectomy” like it’s a minor thing. It’s not.

OMG me too. I’m afraid it’s all squinty and goofy and redfaced and deeply embarrassing.

Oh, Bible Betty would hate me. I regularly do yard work in a bikini (why jack up my tan?), and sometimes trot down to the mailbox in it to get my mail. I’m reasonably covered up, no “illegal bits” showing, she can go fuck herself.

Sure, Christmas, also Easter and Halloween, among others.

I make a point of saying, when folks point to Leviticus for their reasoning about homosexuality, that they’d better never wear mixed fibers either. I usually get a blank look. Hey, if you’re going to quote Old Testament law, you better know all Old Testament law, buckos.

This shit is why I tell our kids to keep our pagan activities, such as they are, totally on the downlow. We’re in an area with a lot of Catholics. I’m an atheist anyway, I just like burning candles, and incense, and wearing bikinis with Ouija boards on them. Speaking of which, the kids are conversant with the Ouija…

Ah, yes, the days of the E-ticket!

Oh, yes, I certainly don’t go to any Disney parks because of LGBTQ folks there.

Which, in the book, was a fairly common occurrence. I remember the line, “It was a shredder, after all” in reference to Janine’s baby. :(

My fingerprints were taken several years back for a SoCal CCW permit (SoCal is an important distinction, or was, back then).