Yes! I’ve actually used that before, it definitely worked.

I'm going to be such a spastic emotional tire fire, that's for sure.

Grim to say the least. No matter what happens it’s guaranteed to make me go bananas. Last week’s ending was bad enough!

I can promise she'd love you forever and then headbutt you when you stopped. She sheds like mad too, but it's worth wearing the fur because she's so damn cute.

Good call. That sounds amazing right now.

So noted. Anything to avoid walking like John Wayne.

It's going to be 90 minutes of anxiety and I don't watch any other show that elicits such a huge emotional response from me.

I agree. I can’t handle peeling tights off if it happens.

Heads up, I just added you on Twitter. I'd rather not share my username here :)

I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. I can only offer support and maybe a silly picture of my dog can give you a tiny bright spot. I hope you have others around you that will be more inclusive, because it’s awful to feel left out especially when you have so much to deal with. I know how it is.

She looks so soft!

Enjoy your food today, you deserve it. I like to make a salad out of baked salmon, grape tomatoes, chickpeas, black olives, celery, and red and orange peppers. Sometimes with pasta, sometimes without. It also goes well with baked chicken. I used a dressing of olive oil, kosher salt, lemon juice, celery seed and dill…

I tried on my tights, Spanx shorts, and skirt for a seasonal job and I feel like a tube of toothpaste that got smushed in the middle. Let’s just say it’s good that I walk everywhere. Frankly I’m just hoping my thighs won’t chafe because that’s pain I’m not prepared for. There’s nothing like running extra lemons while…

Between this shit and North Carolina, I think it’s time for me to build a blanket fort with a half dozen bottles of wine, several pounds of chocolate and popcorn, and cheesy 90s movies. Once I’m in, I may not come out.

Hey... Maybe he’s just trying to protect us from the evil influence of ISIS peanut butter. We can’t know what’s a good jar or bad jar until one of them leaps off the shelf and attacks a good, hardworking, God-fearing ‘Merican. We should build a wall around them all and make Jif pay for it.

I was all prepared to talk about meatloaf, but omg I can’t stop laughing.

That cat was my dog today. She was extra hyper and didn't want to sit with me at all. Tomorrow will probably be exactly the opposite.

If I lived anywhere near there, I’d show up with bells on. Maybe literally, I like odd jewelry.

That happened to me yesterday! Mine was hiding or something and the doctor had to try again while explaining that cervixes are like noses, so they’re not in the exact same place for everyone. All I could say was “as long as it’s there, I’m all good.” It didn’t hurt, it was just awkward.

Thank you! Mom is doing well, considering. Thankfully awful jokes about baldness are ok in our house.