There isn’t any ambiguity - the addition of the Oxford comma makes it clear the at there are 3 distinct people in the list - (1) your mother, (2) Ayn Rand, and (3) God. Leaving out the Oxford comma makes it ambiguous - “to my mother, Ayn Rand and God” implies that your mother is not only Ayn Rand, but also God.

It looks like a Chicken and artichokes with white wine dish I tried to make once. So, there are artichokes in there.

I love the Michicrate!

The Mystery Spot! Yes!

I LOVE bar cheese and jello salad! Yum! And coneys - I miss coneys so much.

Fucking Snyder and DeVos. I live in the shithole that is Illinois now, but almost all of my family is still in Michigan. We are so Americanized - we willingly changed the spelling of our last name eons ago. We have no cultural traditions and ketchup is our favorite “spice.”

Not all of them came over in boats, got processed, and documented. My ancestors went back and forth between Canada and the Northwest Territories/Michigan for years until they settled in Michigan. We don’t have any “citizenship” papers for them.

I think I have some ancestors who were illegal immigrants from Quebec back in the late 1600-1700s. Probably some in the 1800s, too. They came and went where ever the work was and eventually stayed in Michigan. Me and the rest of the BoozyFloozy family should be deported tout suite. Now Canada must take me!

I think I need to smoke some before I read this dreck.*

I just wore a dress from eShakti last weekend - the fit was good, although the skirt was WAAAAY more voluminous than the dress in the picture. But the fabric wasn’t the best. I thought I was getting a nice jersey, but it was a heavy cotton, almost t-shirt-like. And it attracted lint like you wouldn’t believe.

Yes, that is polterwang. It is a problem for me with mom-jeans.

He also stopped drinking, I believe.

I wanted John Goodman to be my dad. And I had a huge crush on James Gandolfini.

My answer is usually: Jeep Wrangler or a Subaru Outback. Brand-spanking new. Must have heated seats. People usually stare at me in confusion.

I love granny panties. The bigger the better.

I would love good old-fashioned jeans that are actually denim to come back. But, what I really want is for stores to stop fucking around and changing material composition every damn month! I have a pair of dark gray jeggings from Gap outlet which are AMAZING. I have gained 30 lbs, and they still fit. I can’t…

But they’re not flattering to everyone’s figure - I’m short-waisted and have big boobs. I look like one giant lump in mom jeans. Also: polterwang

I’m somewhere around -11.00 in both eyes and I can see great with my gas permeable contacts. I actually can see better than my friends who have technically better vision, but wear soft contacts.

Guns aren’t banned in Chicago anymore. Haven’t been since 2010 when the Supreme Court overturned the ban as unconstitutional. If you’re going to try to use Chicago as some sort of cautionary tale, please get your facts right.

My best conversation with a Lyft driver was about politics. It was in January, right before the inauguration. Being a woman of a certain age, it was time for my annual mammogram; it was also after work, so I was tired and cranky for a multitude of reasons. Then, I tried to get on the subway to finally head home…