I’m afraid to ask but...

MisterDisco told me, “This should be a huge deal, and everyone should be freaking out about it. But it just seems...normal now.”

Ohai, I grew up in Simi Valley. Live in DC now.

Having lived in Simi Valley for 33 years, we considered “The Valley” to start with Topanga Canyon and go from there.

I saw this and immediately thought...but...you’d take either the 101 or the 118 to the 23 to the 101 to get to TO...

Sure motherhood is HARD.

Power and control. That’s all it’s about.

May the Lord open.

Do these assholes have any idea how fucking hot and humid it is in DC during the summer? It’s currently 81 degrees, 91% humidity, and we just had a thunderstorm, for christ’s sake.

There won’t be. Any discussion over any kind of meaningful background checks (and I don’t mean self-reporting) or training is met with straight-up howls of THEY GONNA TAKE MUH GUNS, MUH COLD DEAD HANDS, and more.

The mistake the NRA is making is assuming that all firearms owners think like they do. I’m a left-leaning, semi-crunchy, somewhat comfortably moneyed mom with four kids who voted for Hillary. I do not fit into their core demographic by any means. I own firearms because in this scary world where some people are…

Sort of like “blond” is for men and “blonde” is for women, I think.

My 19 year old son is all stoked about an interview at Game Stop today. When he was in school, I wanted him concentrating on his studies, not working. This is a bullshit idea that will fail.

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!