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Exactly. This is the kind of event that requires the wisdom and kids party infrastructure only a grandmother has access to.

It was a tough call, but I’m glad I decided to get out my rototiller and work on my perennial beds instead of going glamping.

I agree. Their success depends on publicity. No one showing up and covering speeches by these types would be much more effective, I think, than trying to shut it down which is what they want in the first place to generate greater media coverage and amp up their fans.

When my kids were little, I felt like I was a queen if we didn’t run out of hot water by the time it was finally my turn to take a shower.

Tom Hardy makes me feel things in places I sometimes forget I still have.

Is Trump’s platform “just buy your own plane”?

I’m panting for Season II. Gay orgy! I’ve sat through worse to watch pretty men kiss.

Oh, honey, I sure hope so.

I don’t know if I’m buying the sent by mistake thing. I’m old and out of my mind on edibles half the time, but somehow I manage not to send emails to the wrong person.

I would rather collect stuff like this than Hummel figurines.

I’ve gotten pregnant at least once in the back of a Volvo wagon. The first time was in a 1968 Volvo Amazon, a Janis Joplin song playing on the radio. Country music gives me vaginal dryness. Always has.

Not a mystery to me. When you get old, you sleep less, mostly because you have to get up every hour to pee. Old man Donald is no different, he just tweets when he sits down to pee.

If the State Department can improve it’s WIFI signal, can we defeat ISIS?

They all look a bit huffy to me.

Didn’t Joe Biden’s motorcade hit a homeless guy a few years ago?

I hope an archeological team can raise enough money to get to the site before looters do.

It’s snowing outside my window, the same day my tulips finally popped up. I was really hoping this would be a much juicier sex scandal to brighten my afternoon.

Sounds like the inside of the car the last time my husband and I were driving on the highway after a meal at Chipotle.

I’ve seen a lot of pictures of that shindig and saw way more young women than at any democrat event I’ve attended. That worries me.

I bet a hell of a lot more people have gotten laid in the back of a 1985 van than in Trump’s gold-plated flying turd.