Poor Jenny. In her poor, fame addled brain, she still thinks she’s the successful McCarthy cousin.

I can play “(If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To” on a loop. It’s great song for singing in the car.

You were the Cookie Cupboard! I made so many trips to the Cupboard when we would sell out of Thin Mints and Samoas.

Oatmeal and peanut butter — eat them breakfast, you don’t even have to feel bad about it.

It’s weird, right?

But there are fewer cookies per box now.

Imma let you finish your caramel and coconut cookie, but Do-Si-Dos are the best.

I was cookie mom for my daughter’s troop one year. Cases and cases of cookies in my dining room. But I had a kick ass spreadsheet.

Aren’t we all still in love with Sally Field?

I was thinking she hasn’t aged at all. But not because she still looks 18.

Brandi Glenville can’t spell Schadenfreude, but she sure as shit will enjoy it.

Lemons.

Spinning her web of lies and manipulation, I think. You can never trust their editing, but the ladies seem to be plotting a big take-down. I’m assuming of Lisa.

I don’t eat at Boston Market, but I would never want anyone to skimp on my MAC & CHEESE. EVAH!!

He’s a horrible little shit, but he’s not wrong about off-beat clapping making your head hurt.

I thought she wanted to join the Army as a nurse, but Vicki threw a shit fit, so she didn't.

When Brianna was going thru her thyroid cancer scare, I remember Donn being really caring to Brianna, while her mother just screamed at her that Brianna didn’t understand how scary it was for a parent to have a sick child.

Everybody’s a show-off in the OC.

Oh, I thought it was her dad and Brooks.

At one point, Donn was really advocating downsizing to a smaller house, so they could both work less and spend more time together. They eventually stayed in the huge house and sold the smaller (4,500 Sq ft) house, because Vicki thought everyone would think she was poor if she moved.