I was waiting for Pie-pie’s craft thread, but heck, I feel like showing off my husband’s latest beadwork:

I feel weird conceding anything positive to Junior, but I think the beard improves his looks a bit.

I think we all forget that Fred Trump, his father, developed Alzheimer’s in the last six years of his life. It’s quite possible we’re seeing genetics play out here.

We’ll not be that lucky. (And perhaps it’s a good thing; high body fat content means fires that will burn rather long and hot.)

Those super-fancy pans make me wish we had a bakers’ library or rental service or something where you could get one of those fancy pans for a special event without having it sit around your house unused for years after.

All you need to know about Fox and Friends— EVER— is that they shit on Fred Rogers after he died.

Probably more tragic, as there’d be a higher probability of casualties from stray bullets.

I feel like this is as good a response as any. (And really, watch it all the way through.)

The only tribute McCain needs. (And really, watch it through to the end.)

Not a cunt; she lacks the depth and the charm.

Christians (or should I say “Christians” with air-quotes?) only give a shit about Leviticus when it comes to hating on gays.

Oh, I take that back. Trump managed to sink below my expectations.

Only because they couldn’t do any less.

I read “postgrad” as “postcard”, which seems more fitting.

Be careful out there. And if you see anything humiliating happen to those Nazi fucks, please tell us in excruciating detail!

I never worried overmuch about going grey... but I guess it’s more pronounced in the sunlight now. I think it was just the tone of genuine delight in my mom’s voice that surprised and amused me.

(Also, thank you all for the kind wishes!)

I turned 48 today. My mom drove up to visit and we’re having a low-key good time; she bought me some books and complimented me on my greying hair(!).

That might be a hoax (there’s a discussion of it further down in this article):

The schtick with the flowers reminds me of Lavrentiy Beria:

That happened to me too, and I have no idea why.