SON OF A BITCH. I did not know this. Well SHIT.

I don’t even quite understand this (being An Old), but I really think she and I would get along.

That is an AMAZING pup. All on the pillow. Cutie!

“The Mists of Avalon,” again. It seems to resonate, but it’s not as terrifyingly current as “Handmaid’s Tale.”

My puppy, on my bed, smiling at you. His name is Theodore Roosevelt.

They just always put it in the 2nd scoop, so no worries.

There is no such thing as 1/2 slice of cheese. Or if there is, there shouldn’t be.

And safety pins!

Please tell us more!

Jezebel peeps, I’m so tired. My brain is all glazed over with all of this. I’m afraid I don’t understand — I just can’t get myself to do the research needed to grasp all of this. All this Grand Jury stuff — does this mean that something might actually happen? Or is this going to turn into something inexplicably…

You seem like a person who should know about this: http://orderofsplendor.blogspot.com/

now THERE’S your bazillion-dollar idea.

Broobma.

One that can do and undo that one bracelet clasp.

“.22 caliber mind in a .357 Magnum world”

Also, I’ll bet you were totally hot as an amateur stripper. I’m turned on by you right now. ::fans self::

My teeth just dried out because my jaw dropped and stayed dropped at this horrible thing they did to you.

Like me, hiding Easter eggs. EVERY year I tell myself I’m gonna make a map. Then every year I’m left with 2 horrifyingly old stinky eggs somewhere, which I find in late May.

Maybe they had TWO.

It’s cheerful!