Wait. My daughter and now my grandsons go to public schools and it seems that I have been cruelly deceived by all 3 of the miscreants. They go around acting all nice and helpful and pretending like they’re good citizens and now I find out that they’re all 3 entitled dickheads who have had no actual parental…

Right? Jesus, this woman is far too high-maintenance, it seems. I’d be busy enough trying to run my own household efficiently much less keeping a damn schedule on someone else’s.

Yeah...yet Janice just will not go away! Gia did flame-out but a large percentage of the others grew into their age so beautifully and lost none of their elegance or dignity. Janice just gets worse and worse and worse. I admired Suzy Parker a lot.

LOL! That’s what always pisses me off about that idiot Janice Dickinson, the self-styled “Original Super Model.” No, Janice, let’s start with Suzy Parker and go backwards, shall we?

I was born in a Czech farming community in Nebraska (not sure how that happened, as I don’t have a drop of Czech blood in me) so I grew up with them. All my aunt’s relatives were 100% Czech. In our community, “Czech” was what they spoke and “Bohemian” is how they identified themselves. They could refer to themselves…

I agree. Much like a 5-year-old or a teenager, she will heap on you exactly as much as you allow her to. She needs professional help, not a roommate.

This is not a problem for which you should assume any more responsibility than you already have. This girl’s got a family...of which you are no part. If she can’t/won’t take care of herself, that’s what family’s for. I know how flippant and cavalier and cold and uncaring this sounds, but “Not my circus, not my…

I’d think that would be more important than breaking from the actual studying because of the horrible, terrible pressure that comes with just contemplating studying. You’d better take a nap right now.

I married mine—-going on 16 years. I am a lucky, lucky woman.

And her eyes seem to be disappearing.

Those Nina Ricci sunglasses are the shits; wouldn’t give up my Ray-Bans for a pair, but I’d have to think about it for a while.

Don’t forget...they’re also “hirinig” for several new positions now. I bet one of them will not be a damn proof-reader.

Oh...and asswipes! There are never enough asswipes when you need ‘em. And Butt Paste for diaper rash.

And diapers! Piles and piles and boxes and boxes of diapers!

My first thought also. Why wouldn’t they ask for what the kid needs? Especially at that age when parties aren’t even remembered? Since he despises being read to (something I wouldn’t be all that proud of), where does the stupid book come in?

Stories like that always remind me of this:

My cousin and I grew up cheek-to-jowl and always ended up switching t-shirts...he became Susie and I became Jack. His mom was delighted; mine was apoplectic. I liked my aunt better.

As a parent and grandparent, I can state with fair accuracy that a small wooden bench with wooden pegs and a wooden hammer would just delight the crap out of this kid and, as an extra added attraction, would horrify the parents.

“A good epi” probably 100% depends on what sport you’re into; like I said, I ALWAYS save basketball ones for last! The Bo Jackson one is good because he’s an all-around guy. “King’s Ransom,” the one about the Gretsky trade, was interesting and I don’t even understand hockey. “This Is What They Want” about Jimmy…